"Oh, we're definitely glad we're keeping the calm one," Clint agreed with a rueful smile. "Especially since we now have a mini-horse added to the family. Maybe go a few months before bringing over anymore? Especially if Frodo has the same attitude as Marshall does." Clint liked the duck, he really did, but the feathered fiend was a handful and proud of himself for it. Speaking of which, he should probably check on how Nate and Lila were doing with the new friend. Nate no doubt was showing him all around, but the farm was a big place. "The donkeys will want to say hi to you too while you're here."

A slight chuckle escaped him as the calico in his arms doted her attention on him. He ruffled her fur gently with his fingers. "I think it comes naturally to her. She's a real sweetheart. She'll try and guilt you into carrying her everywhere with you, including the bathroom, so I can't wait to tell Matt about his new codependent best friend. Shall we?" He headed for the office door, holding the kitten with just one arm. Since they had the babies with them Clint felt comfortable leaving the door open so the mom cat could come and go as she pleased. The babies were just a little too young to be given that much free rein.

They headed back to the kitchen, where Matt and Laura were now both wearing aprons and were busy working on the early dinner meal. It was a rustic farmhouse meal of chicken cutlets, roasted potatoes, and a tomato and corn salad. Perfect for the summer. Seeing the chicken on the counter, the little ginger cat tried to vault himself out of Kate's arms and onto the meal prep with a mighty for him meow. The calico in Clint's arms simply gave large eyes and purred to guilt them into a treat. Clint sighed. "There are two kinds of people in the world..."