The Farm in Razorback

Mama took me to a farm not too far from home. Just a little over an hour's drive. It's in a village called Razorback, in country New South Wales. I've seen old pictures of Razorback blanketed in snow...so perhaps we should have gone in winter.

We went to attend a wedding reception there. It was indeed an exhilarating day. The reception was done picnic style and guests were taken around the 100-ha property on a ute. I didn't pay much attention to the humans but was more interested in the animals there. 

Oh, there are the normal chooks and cows and lambs but what are these in cages? Oops...it's a cattery. Apparently, the farm is a ragdoll cat breeder. What's a ragdoll cat? It's a long-haired species that flops like a rag whenever it's held by humans. Really great actors!

Queen ragdoll with two frisky kittens ...she's very pretty, I think.

They seem so fluffy and playful. Each kitten, I was told, can fetch upwards of $650. Wow!

The farm also breeds horses. Some have been sold to as far as Dubai. Racing horses, I was told. Goodness...they seem like very strong animals. I was told there are alpacas too but I didn't see them near the farmhouse. And Mama didn't allow me to board the "tourist" ute.

Horses were prancing about too.

Then I was introduced to a pair of Manx cats. The farm used to breed Manx but as the pair grows older, they've stopped doing so. They don't seem to have any tail and move about in a funny gait. More like hopping rabbit-like. And they are so shy.

Then Mama dropped the bombshell. "Angelina, these are your grandparents," she said. I was loss for words and before I could say anything, they had disappeared. Hiding under the house.

My biological mother's parents....now retired after years of breeding. Any resemblance there?

I wish I had exchanged some words with them. Ask about my mother and all that. Maybe one day Mama will take me to the farm again. purrr....meow!