We don’t know where Flo came from she lived in our woodshed, and stayed out of sight until a brutal winter snow when she appeared outside of Maria’s window and got some food and a warm pillow on the top of the shed. For more than a year, Flo flirted with me and seduced me, and one day, she got inside.

She doesn’t care to give up her barn cat life, she disappears for days and stay outside day and night when it is warm, she loves to roam the pastures and the barn and hunt. But she has a favorite chair now, with her own cushion on a night as cold and wet as this. The is the queen on her throne. (The photo was taken with my Petzval portrait lens.