Not so long ago, I visited an old friend of mine and his wife. They live on a farm, and for as long as I’ve known them, their farm has had a barn where untold generations of cats have lived. In the barn, they are born, live, and die; while working to keep the barn free of mice and other small creatures. They do get dry cat kibbles to tide them over between mice, but other than that, they are barn cats–unnamed, and generally quite wary of people.
Still, they don’t always hide from people, and I was able to see a few on my recent visit. This one wasn’t so afraid, and sat still while I snapped his photo. A little later, another one jumped on the same stool, and was there long enough for me to get another photo.
Sometimes, there are a number of kittens to be seen, but not this trip. Still, there was at least one adventurous little kitten who came out to say hello. He or she couldn’t have been older than four weeks old, and hadn’t yet developed the caution around people most of the barn cats display. So he or she was pretty friendly with me, and I could pick him or her up.
While I was holding the kitten, the black one who sat on the stool in an earlier photo jumped up on a big wooden box. I put the kitten on the box too, and the kitten headed over to say hello. The barn cats get along pretty well together, and these two knew each other. Here, for example, the bigger cat seems to be making sure the kitten doesn’t fall off the box–though nothing really would have happened; the kitten would simply have fallen into a thick layer of soft straw.
Nice to see the barn cats again, and nice to be at the Farm. Three of our own cats came (as tiny kittens) from that farm, and our guys proved that if they are adopted early and grow up with humans, the barn cats can make quite good pets. But except for the friendly little kitten this time, the barn cats kept their usual distance. Well, at least they didn’t hide.