The sheep and the donkeys decided to all eat at the same feeder this morning, throwing Red into something of a tizzy. He settled down and ignored the donkeys, and they ignored him. The sheep then decided to go eat at the donkey feeder. Some green beginning to appear, happy ruminants, they can graze again.
Cats are mystical creatures, part wild animals, part pets, independent beings with a mystical streak. Flo is a barn cat come to live inside on the coldest nights, she is part housecat, part barn cat still, when she gazes out the window or sits by the night lamp, I see the mystical part of cats, part of their evocative mystique. I don’t think Flo knows here name, or would ever respond to it. Dogs give themselves to us, they surrender much of their dignity to please us, I think Flo would rather die. I am thinking of changing her name to Cleopatra, because she seems to think she is the leader of the farmhouse.
Barn cats are not pets, they retain a sense of the wild, of freedom, of choice and they are like other strong women, they can take care of themselves.
