Mickey Mouse

Our cat was eating a ground squirrel this morning and Tate spotted her. He gave me this horrified look and said "He is eating Mickey Mouse."  We talked about how it was a different mouse than Mickey.  We went with Brett to haul some cattle out to grass. Tate just wanted to be a big guy and help load the cattle so we didn't stay long. He was scared of monsters again tonight at bedtime do we got out our special monster spray (water) to get rid of them. I didn't hear another sound out of Tate after we used it.

Happy Birthday Grandma Joan!  We love you!