2006-07-25 - 9:34 p.m.
I can't believe it's been a month since I last wrote in this diary. With the never ending drought we're having it's all I can do to keep things alive. The crops have done well and as long as the wells hold out we should be alright.
We ended up our sweet corn last week and overall It did great. I know of one animal that will miss it sorely, our corn cat. Every year for as long as he has lived I have had a cat that helps himself to my sweet corn. His name is James and he is a most sensible cat. I don't know how he can tell when it's ready, but he knows. He never shucks an ear too early, but about the time I think it's ready to start pulling I'll find an ear neatly shucked and all the kernals carefully eaten off.
I'll meet James out in the corn patch and as we pass we'll exchange glances for a moment. I know where he's been and what he's been up to but he dosen't seem to care. I suppose he thinks it's due him as his pay for controling the mice and rats that would damage far more than the occasional ear he takes. Like I said, he's a sensible cat and never takes more than he needs. Sometimes I'll even stop and speak to him as I give him a quick petting. "How's the corn today?" I'll ask. If he can speak he never answers. He just purrs a moment and we both go our seperate ways, but as I pull the days corn I usually find an ear somewhere that has been neatly shucked and carefully eaten. Sometime I'm going to stop him as he's leaving the field and pick him up and frisk him. I'm sure that somewhere in his fur he has a salt shaker and a stick of butter.
