I love cats, but I’m not a crazy cat lady. I promise.
Okay, maybe I am a little.
I love dogs too. My first pet was a gerbil. And then a parakeet. And then a rabbit. And I loved having a dog. But what I love the most about living on a farm is having a bunch of cats.
Cats just have so much personality, and they don’t need a lot of looking after. At least, mine don’t. They get fed every so often, but the rest of the time they’re on their own.
They’re farm cats, so they’re used to it.
And I’ve had a lot of cats over the years, but right now I’ve got one who’s just about the best cat ever.
I put a photo of my buddy Barney up the other day. He’s amazing. Big and fluffy and loves to cuddle, and he’s pretty bright.
Life on a farm isn’t easy for anyone, and that includes my feline tenants.
Barney was one out of four kittens who were given to us by a family friend, and all but two of them are still with us–Gremlin and Barney.
We gave Barney his name because when we first let him out of his cage, he took off for the barn (we’re nothing if not original namers at Safe Haven Farm). But it didn’t take long before he warmed up to me. And then he turned into a big softie.
He loves to cuddle. He’ll just sit in your lap. Or when you walk outside, he’ll walk right up and lay his head on top of your foot. When you sit on the step, he’ll curl up next to you.
Most mornings (when he’s around), he climbs down out of a tree or comes running across the yard as I walk out to my car to go to work. And he spends a good five minutes trying to make sure the ankles of my good dress pants are adequately covered in hairs. At first, he kept trying to get in my car with me, but I put a stop to that pretty fiercely.
So he hangs around at home all day while I go work. I imagine most of his day is filled with sleeping and chasing grasshoppers, followed by more sleeping and primping and sleeping.
Now we have two little kittens (from Gremlin, with him most likely as the father) to torment, so I imagine he probably spends a good deal of time swatting kittens away.
By the time I get home, he’s actually pretty put out with me. How dare I go to work all day! Don’t I realize that he should be my priority?
Yeah, he’s all cat.
He catches the occasional bird, the occasional mouse, the occasional mole—but he’d much rather look pathetic and play on my sympathies until I invite him in the house and give him an egg.
So here’s to my buddy, Barney. Without him, life would be pretty gray. With him, it’s ginger.