Regina has a type. I'd like to say it's ridiculously charming and handsome blonde dudes, but that would only be 33% right. But she'll collect fuzzy orange cats by the bucketload and has tried to talk me into getting Belted Galloways (aka "Oreo" cattle) since she first laid eyes on one.While we still have 4 orange cats, we've been belt-less. Until now. Meet Sami. She's a 3-week old registered Belted Galloway heifer. I've seen, literally, thousands of baby calves in my lifetime, and generally, they're all pretty cute. But Sami takes the cake. She's reeeeeallly stinkin' cute.
Sami came from Port Orford, Oregon -- which is just a quick 5 hour jaunt from here. And what better way to spend a Sunday than to load the kids, the puppy, and Boy into the truck at 6:00 a.m. and head to the coast. It was like a little vacation, minus all the cocktails and relaxation.
Sami now lives in Dolores's (Dylan's fair heifer) guest room. Dolores probably isn't too happy her shelter got stolen, but Sami sure likes it. She chugs 3 bottles a day, which is keeping us hopping, and she's already been a headliner at the college's career day for jr. high kids. Dylan and I were the "ag" station, and we had no career guidance or speech to give. We just had a baby calf and a puppy and let the little spazzy kids pet them until their teachers told them to quit.So, we're in the heritage breed cattle business. I'm sure, in the near future, another orange kitten will join our herd, and, as long as Regina doesn't suddenly announce, "You know what I really like? Brunette guys," then I'll hang around too.
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