I was very late milking tonight. I hauled some goats to the sale barn, we had farm visitors and then company for supper. I wandered to the barn in the rain and called up some very unhappy girls.
It was very quiet in the milking parlor. Suddenly, I heard a noise from the back. It seems in my late milking hour I disturbed a guest sleeping in the corner. She watched until I finished. I left her a bowl of cat food and asked that she not tear open the new bag!
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