The Story of Little Chip

by Baxter Black
 
Most of us, rural or urban can get attached to an animal. Our barn cat Jay Jay has a special place in my mind. Somebody dumped a litter of kittens on the church grounds. I took three of the little tomcats. We got them situated and when the time came I castrated them in the tack room. Within six months only one was left. The others had been victims of coyotes or other predators that fly, crawl, slither or pounce. Jay Jay staked his claim and learned to move around the corrals and outbuildings “up high”.
 
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