Got the goat

Yesterday my dad shot the goat through the neck. I don't really know what happened, except that it was a lot of work butchering it.  My dad didn't know how to butcher, so I actually had to get a wilderness survival book: "Extreme Survival" JG Press.  I don't want to write all the steps here, so search it up.  After my dad removed the skin, we took off the remaining fat and meat of the underside and stretched it out on a piece of wood to dry.  Today, we took it off and rubbed ground salt on the hide to absorb any moisture left, and also to remove the stench.

Tomorrow we'll add some fresch salt and, I hope, soften it.  I still don't know what I want to do with the skin once we're done fixing it up, maybe make some shoes out of it.

I'll Think Up A Name For You In A Second

   A friend gave us four more cats than the two we already had (we had three beforehand but the first one we had disapeared). My dad wants these cats to eat the mice so he dosen't let them eat in the house, but instead we only dump them some food in the morning so they don't starve, and we leave them water outside. The only problem is that our miserable goat loves cat food for some reason, and so when we leave them food outside he comes and eats it. The only solution is to tie the goat up until the cats finish eating or to put the food where the goat can't reach.

   Remember that the goat is lonesome 'cause his brothers where killed by the coyote. Some crazy idea came to the it that me and my brothers had horns like him and we liked to headbut. Oh oh. Almost all of us have been nearly mauled by the deranged goat. Of course, he usualy stops just before he reaches us, but now we're not so sure.