I am enchanted by the barn cat, an independent, wily and unique kind of animal. Flo is a genius at finding comfortable spots around the farm – something she would much rather do than sit on a sofa in our farmhouse (except in the bitter cold). Every day she is somewhere else – on the porch, in the barn, on the rocking chair outside, on somebody’s shoulder, in somebody’s lap, in the bird bath, in the garden. Today I went outside and Maria was laughing, she found Flo taking her afternoon nap in a vacant flower pot in the sun, half-filled with dirt.
She was quite at peace.