After the trauma of a couple of weeks ago,
I am happy to say that the barn kitties have found a happy balance.
(It may have been little Pissy who upset the balance... we'll never know.)
Presently there are 4 cats that call the barn home,
and one who visits several times a day.
Sissy... who willingly allows me to cuddle her several times daily.
Hissy... who would prefer to be seen and not touched, but who allows me in the same room
with her as long as I don't ask to hold her
(her reply being a leap into the rafters.)
TomTom... who has been with us for what seems like forever.
I think he is responsible for gifting us an occasional mouse, rat, vole, or bird...
deposited neatly on the rug in front of the barn work bench.
And then there is Moll, the stray who came several years ago...
named Moll Flanders for the colorful life she had obviously led before arriving at the farm.
Her saggy belly was evidence that she had ventured through motherhood...
(and we promptly spayed her.)
She is my gardening cat and is always by my side whenever I work outside the barn.
Interestingly, when the broom comes out she runs to our feet so that we will
run the broom down her spine.
She will stand still, getting a broom...