We have a new inhabitant in the hay loft. It is Izzy. She’s a red tabby barn cat that we adopted from a ranch down the road. She has been a barn cat there for 4 years but their dog has been getting more aggressive with her, and they feared for her safety. I miss our barn cat Missy terribly and have noticed the rodent population increasing in the barn. I realized that not every cat can be a barn cat, as witnessed by our other 4 cats that are seemingly worthless in this department. So we couldn’t adopted any old cat. We did go to the pound, but you cannot tell in that environment who can live in a barn successfully with the other critters. But then I saw a Craigslist ad for
“3 Farm Cats. 2 Females and 1 neutered male. Litter Mates. 4 years old. Very effective mousers, with other rodents and birds.
Raised around dogs, children, horses, and cow. Outside cats. Very personable, but earn their keep.”
I had to convince Tom of the necessity of yet another critter, but he did consent. It turned out they live just down the road so we got to meet our neighbors. One other cat was spoken for and they decided to keep the male named Woodrow Wilson because he could stand up to the dog. We gladly took Izzy to our hay loft from theirs. She is enjoying it, staying at the very top of the hay pile near the hay elevators. We have food, water and a kennel with blankets. We pet her each day and tell her what a great barn cat she is. Hopefully she will enjoy it here.
In other news, we had one day of no rain and then today it became gloomy and rained all day. Here’s the view from the hay loft window.
Here’s the resulting mud.
And here’s the sound of the rain on the barn roof.