Well, nothing has changed much. I'm still the man of the farm, or what I like to call myself, "King" of the farm. No more cats are bothering us since I've been on the prowl. So, with nothing to do, I've resorted to taking long naps as a reward for my hard work. Guarding my area is a tough job with almost six acres to look after. But my family can rest assured that I have everything under control. The only trouble is the song birds who have made shelter in my barn. I can't go anywhere without them attacking me in hoards. Not to mention, it's hard to catch anything for dinner with the raucous they make. But I'll deal with them later. Right now, I have a warm cushion calling my name.
