Every night when we come out of the house with the milker to go to the barn to milk the goats, Vidalia springs into action. While we are milking she waits outside the side barn door, for some reason she doesn't like to go in the barn. When we come out with the bucket she starts meowing, meowing, meowing and running around our legs all the way back to the house. While we are straining the milk, she stands at the slider door and meows, meows, meows. She keeps this meowing up until she gets her bowl of fresh, warm milk. She knows what she wants and she isn't shy about asking for it.
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