The chore list was long: groom the dogs,
(So glad only two of the Border collies are rough coats)
sort out the ram lambs,
clean up the horse paddock (actually a joy now that it's finally drying out),
mow (it may have stopped raining, but the grass is still looking lush)
weed and mulch the garden...
and watch the kitten.
Between four Border collies and trap/neuter efforts, we've kept stray cats to a minimum on the farm. But this one appeared while I was at a sheepdog clinic. And so far, I've found no one who wants an adorable kitten--so, for now she's staying.
She thanks me constantly by being underfoot. So, I've resorted to holding her while I'm moving ram lambs, feeding the chickens, dragging around the muck bucket.
She purrs, delighted with the arrangement.