As I've mentioned before I live in a trailer behind a farm. In the summer months the farmer, Martin is his name, turns his meadow into a camping site for all those who wish to camp on a farm. There's room for approxomately 25 caravans and during the school holidays the entire site is filled with caravans and tents.
Roughly speaking, in the months of July and August I have to share "my" shower with some hundred camping guests. You should know that there's no warm water in my trailer, only cold. And for taking showers or doing the dishes I have to get out to the shed where this farmer has installed four showers and some sinks where people can wash and/or shave themselves. There are also two sinks to do your dishes.
Now you can imagine that when I come home from work, somewhere around 6pm, all showers are occupied and there are also some people waiting for there turn. I can't be arsed to stand in line and wait my turn. I'm tired when I get home and I don't need the friendly chit-chat you can hear there. Usually I wait til 8pm and by that time all the showers are free and I will be able to stand as long as I want under the soothing and warm water.
Every year Martin makes some efforts to entertain his guests. There are some bunnies playing around in a bunny run, the girls can look after the ponies, brush them et cetera, Martin organizes tilt-cart tours for anyone interested, with his own old-timer tractor, and early July two tiny kittens are suddenly running around the farm.
Don't ask me what happens to the bunnies and the kittens after the camping season is over. Last year, a few days after the last guests were gone, the bunnies had also disappeared. One kitten was missing by the time the last guests were packing their stuff, and the other kitten was only to be seen for one more week. I don't know what happened to this furry lifestock, and frankly, I don't WANT to know.....
This year seems to be like last year. The last campers left the previous weekend, the bunnies were already gone by then and now there are two kittens looking for entertainment around the farm. Last friday when I got home they were playing with each other near my trailer and they looked so skinny that I decided to treat them to a handfull with tiny pieces cut off a sausage. Very shy, they came to me in response to the smell of meat, but the hunger must have been stronger than their fear, because it didn't take them long to literally eat out of my hand.
When I woke up at Saturday and I opened the door of my trailer, it really wasn't a surprise that there were two kittens sitting at my doorstep, patiently waiting for more sausage. When it comes to dogs and cats, I am weak. I can't stand to have to watch a cat or a dog suffer. Physically or by starvation. So after I washed myself and while waiting for a freshly brewed pot of coffee I treated the kittens to more meat. And due to the nice weather I left the door of my trailer open all day, much to the pleasure of these kittens who suddenly found a new companion in me. During the day I fed them two times more and they rewarded me by chasing spiders in my trailer.
They're a nice bunch to watch. Today, yesterday's scenario repeated itself and the kittens seemed to lose their shyness towards me. This afternoon one of them fell asleep in my lap and lay there for about an hour.
It's nice for me to have some diversion. For the past two years I have been living alone in my trailer and now I have to watch after two playfull kittens who, when they get the chance, will ruin my trailer from top to bottom. They climb on anything where they can get their tiny claws on, I found hundreds of small hairs on my newly washed t-shirts, they are constantly asking for attention and food, they love to be scratched between their ears and they are harrassing me whenever they can, but I love them.
Martin, if you read this: DON'T TAKE AWAY MY KITTENS!
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