Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Kuta Kin Tay Vs. Buster

     In December my old 8-N Ford tractor's transmission locked up and I could not repair it.  After twenty eight years of owning the sixty four year old tractor I was ready for a change anyway.  I bought a forty two horsepower Mahindra and it, for me was a luxury.  Power steering, lights, diesel and plenty of power. The best feature in my opinion was the horn; perfect for messing with the dog and horses.  When I sold the 8-N, I also sold the bush hog(rotary cutter).  So a couple of weeks ago I drove over to Ray Dean's Farm Equipment and bought a new one.
     On the drive home I thought about the cool spring morning several years ago.  There was just a hint of fog in the air and with the sun trying to come through, it was a soft golden glow.  The rain had been plentiful that year and the weeds were up pretty high.  I had not used the bush hog for a few months and it was still hooked to the tractor.  I did my maintenance  check on the tractor and as I walked behind the bush hog, I could see signs of rats moving loose hay under the mower.
     As I climbed onto the tractor, my mind was in a faraway place.  I turned the key, pressed the starter and listened as it wound itself up.  When it fired up there was a loud bang when the gas exploded and a thick cloud of blue smoke billowed out from the busted muffler.  Sighing with relief I engaged the pto, shifted into gear and popped the clutch.  The wailing banshee racket that came from behind me made me jump with a start.  As I quickly turned to look back with wide eyes I saw the two cats as they came out of the back of the bush hog.  Both of them were spread eagled, fur standing straight out, eyes wide as silver dollars, mouths open and screaming.  Each had a twelve inch yellow stick turd sticking out, that did not break until they hit the ground some twenty feet away.  They were flat cats stuck on a stick. 
     Kuta Kin Tay hit the ground first and just lay there.  Buster hit the ground and never stopped.  His feet were moving at a breakneck speed before he could get any traction.  As he rounded the corner of the barn he dropped another stick.  Kuta was named after the character from "Roots" and as you can imagine she was black.  She finally came around and sauntered off into the woods.  Kuta   was pretty old at this time.  She did not like the other cats and tried to stay away from them.  Buster on the other hand was a young yellow tabby that bullied the other cats, trying to run them off.  I know that Kuta was under the mower trying to get away from Buster.  She came home in a couple of days, but Buster stayed away for over a week.  For a long time he would not get within ten feet of Kuta.  I guess he thought she whipped his butt pretty good and he would give her a wide berth.  She took advantage of that, laying in a semi circle, her head on her paws and her tail curled up around her head.  When he got close, she would crack her left eye lid and give him the evil eye.  He would get down low to the ground and slink off.

Friday, April 3, 2015

Thank You

Thank You for paying my sin debt.