The barn cats roam the farm, killing and eating freely. After afternoon regardless of the weather, we put out some dry food for them. This works well. The cats are strong and healthy. Precisely at 3 p.m., Minnie and sometimes Mother appear in the kitchen window and look in patiently. Feed me, they seem to be whispering. And we do.
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January
Barn cat’s plea: “Feed Me”
by Jon Katz