Notice the two would-be grooms on the left are holding cats; obviously a ploy to attract the eye of a discerning female and steer them away from the others.
Cats were very valuable on the frontier. If you killed a farm cat you had to pay the farmer back by hanging the cat by its tail until its nose just touched the ground. Then you had to bury the cat in grain to repay for all the grain that would be destroyed by mice that cat wasn't able to kill.
Try it with a juice glass and some rice some day. Takes a heap of grain just to bury something that small.
Look real to me. I have a few pics of old homesteads built in the Yukon which were a little more established, and had women in charge, but you could still see the rustic shape that the house started out being. (amazing what you can find in old gardening books) The lady of the house had a rule: every visitor had to being something for the compost heap whether it was old tea leaves or rotted veg as she needed to build up the soil for the veg and flower garden that surrounded the house. At one time, the earth was too poor and thin to grow in. I still think those cats have been after bigger game than mice.
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Cats were very valuable on the frontier. If you killed a farm cat you had to pay the farmer back by hanging the cat by its tail until its nose just touched the ground. Then you had to bury the cat in grain to repay for all the grain that would be destroyed by mice that cat wasn't able to kill.
Try it with a juice glass and some rice some day. Takes a heap of grain just to bury something that small.
If a cat trusts a guy, so would I.
Did you see the size of those cats? Ratters, not mousers?
It has been suggested to me that this is a clever Photoshop, but I refuse to believe it.
Look real to me. I have a few pics of old homesteads built in the Yukon which were a little more established, and had women in charge, but you could still see the rustic shape that the house started out being. (amazing what you can find in old gardening books) The lady of the house had a rule: every visitor had to being something for the compost heap whether it was old tea leaves or rotted veg as she needed to build up the soil for the veg and flower garden that surrounded the house. At one time, the earth was too poor and thin to grow in.
I still think those cats have been after bigger game than mice.
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