Okay so our family is realistic, we don't believe that kids should be sheltered.
The more they are sheltered the less they will be prepared for life.
If you don't agree I am fine with it, disagree to agree. So anyway onto Faith!
We had five kittens last April.
Four of them all black, except for a few random white spots and a really really really really really fluffy cat.
This really really really fluffy cat was the one that was different, for one it was waaaaay fluffier then 2nd it was black and white.
I called two black cats, Ryleigh (aka Mushu cause he looks like a ancient dragon with all his whiskers.) and Oliver, a pure black cat, very sad because 3 months ago he
went missing :(
My second sister (Iz will be her name online) called the other two cats which were black with faint white patches, Panther, a male and Faith a girl.
My third sister (Re will be her name online) got to pick the fluffy black and white, super fluffy, female cat.
She named her Puddles, why Puddles? Another long story. To tell you the truth Re got first dibs but there you have it:)
So we decided to keep them and have them fixed, females first.
Well, the humane society gives this deal where you only have to pay $100 the vet was different though.
Well, surgery day came and we dropped them off and when we
picked them up the vet pulled us aside.
"Your black cat, Faith, is a male."
Our minds = blown.
Woah!
Did not see that coming, right? Too bad he already came when we called Faith, so we have a male cat named Faith, he knows his name why bother to change it?
For those of you that don't like this, well, I'm sorry but farm life is unexpected. You learn to expect the unexpected.
Way back (maybe 3 years ago) we got a potbellied pig.
Now, most pigs are clean and will only do there business in one spot. (waaaay better then chickens when it comes to that)
He was really cute no bigger than a 5 liter soda bottle on five inch legs, he was a couple of years old and when you scratched under his chin, well, he loved you.
Now here is the awkward part so for those of you reading this feel uncomfortable skip this and go to the next indent.
He started you know, um, there isn't any good way to say this.. he felt the need to mate.
When we saw this happening everyone jumped on something high so he couldn't get them.
FYI When pigs bite something they can have enough jaw muscle to make a human bone break.
Yeah, scary. We asked vets if they could get him fixed but hardly anyone knew how and those who did...
The price was sky high. So the possessed by hormones pig had to go, we sold him and hope he is in a good home.
The End (or is it?)Stay tuned for more weird crazy one of a kind stories!
