What’s a barn without a barn cat? Or four? If you haven’t met them already, I’d love to introduce Tuf, Blue, Leon, and Tabby. They make Rocking E extra special.
Tuf was a homeless kitty that I adopted from a veterinarian. He came with his brother, but sadly, his brother did not make it with our large coyote population. We try to keep all the kitties inside after dark now to protect them from predators. Tuf is resiliant. He prefers to be alone, enjoys scratches, but he’s not real into being picked up and cuddled.
Blue is very special. He was a feral kitty that we would see from time-to-time running across the road, or taking shelter in our hay barn. It took me weeks to coax him inside for food, and finally he let me touch him. He is the single most lovable cat I have ever encountered. He prefers human interaction to other cats, wants to be held and cuddled, and even lets the littles pick him up for a squeeze. I eventually caught him and had him neutered, but he still has that beefy muscled body from his tom cat days.
Tabby and Leon are my north barn kitties. Tabby was a shelter kitty, found on the street. She’s scrappy and by far my best mouser. Work it, girl. She asks for attention only when she needs it, and after being loved on for a brief time she’s satisfied and goes on with her day.
Leon, on the other hand, prefers to nap and seek attention from my boarders in his spare time. I call him my $400 cat, because he’s had bad bladder infections and also had to have surgery on his ribs after getting stuck in a tree. Oh, Leon. I’ve never seen Leon catch an adult rodent. He preys on baby mice and insects, as they do not require much energy.
Leon can smell a sitting human with a warm lap from a mile away. He also has a strange fascination with cars and planters.