Thursday March 12th

It was frozen hard enough this morning so that I could haul manure on the old bean patch which was bare ground and I got quite a bit out by noon when it became to soft and the waggon cut through. Right after dinner Reg. Scott came over with his rifle to shoot some cats that Marj. wanted killed. He shot two of the half grown kittens but the third one and the yellow cat couldn't be found, and Marj. couldn't decide at the time which one of the black cats was the sick one so we didn't let him shoot either of them. It seemed like a murderous business but Marj. has been distressed all winter at the prospect of of supporting six cats four of which are feminine felines, as it is I think Reg killed the only two tom-kittens we had.

I told Reg I wouldn't do the job on a bet and he said he hated it himself but for the sake of a shot he would kill almost anything he is on the trail of a coon whose tracks he has seen along our creek and whose residence he can't locate.I burned some grass in the orchards this afternoon noon and dug our parsnips, the first seemed to be right out of the ground in the garden.Marj. & Harry Bwentover to the Lmapkin's with the intentions of staying