The barn cats have a mystical life. All night, Minnie marauds in the meadow, stalking moles, mice, chipmunks, torturing and killing them, leaving their dismembered parts for me in the morning. Every day in the late afternoon, depending on where the sun is striking the barn, you can find Minnie in the warmest and brightest spot, cold weather or hot. Like most of the other animals on the farm, she trusts me with my camera and lay still for me. I love the mystical life of the barn cats, it is almost unique in the animals world, this mix of loving and wild.