The barn cats have a special genius for riding out a storm, I have a friend who would call it “Gracious Acceptance.” As the snow deepened, Minnie receded to one of the coziest and driest and most protected places on the far, the hay stack in the barn. After she was fed, of course, this is her new winter headquarters. You never see them come, you never see them go. If they trust you, you just come across them.