There are millions of barn cats and historically most ships had ship’s cats, some cargo ships still do.
My response to all of that, meh! Or, possibly, woof!
For some odd reason, I’m thinking of my grandparents’ cat that lived on their farm property in New Hampsphire, the one that repelled an invading dog by slashing its face and then riding its back as it fled down the driveway.
Hey, in the distant past I used to be owned by a cat that somewhat resembled your Peanut, named Orange Blossom (“OB” for short). In later years I became converted to canine-ism. One is allowed to change one’s religion. Respect! 
One job of a cat is to protect their young charges against vicious, awful, malevolent dog attacks:
Aw, I like dogs, I speak dog fluently, I just like cats better. And horses, but they’re not really suited to townhouse condo living.
That cat was born in 2008 and I just checked – Tara is still alive, and still best buddies with that now teenage boy.
That’s genuinely impressive!
And I must acknowledge that we canines, just like humans, have a criminal underclass. I wish we did not, but that’s life.
I suspect that most dogs (not all, but) that go bad get made that way by crappy and/or incompetent humans.
That cat has probably had the best life and care. So she is around seventeen. My cat is eighteen.
Yes, this is nearly 100% true. The most obvious examples of badly behaved dogs are due to mistreatment by their owners, but more subtle examples are breeding entirely for appearance without regard for behavioural characteristics, which might propagate genetic disorders in favour of a nice pattern of fur colouring.
Sadly, bad breeding for extremes has also afflicted the cat and horse world, primarily in animals bred for showing. I could rant for pages and pages…
This is not a problem with Piper Mutt. 100% mutt.
Those are often the best kind. Genetic diversity FTW!
Just when I think Mario can’t get any sillier, I see something like this.
People, you must click to get a big pic of Mario. That boy is living his best life.
Is he by any chance a TNR kitty? Or did you have to nom on his sweet ear because it’s so stinkin’ cute?
Yes, he got caught in a trap. Apparently he was running with a colony of ferals, but while at the vet he was seeking attention from people, knew how to use the litter box, and so on. They realized he wasn’t feral, so they put him in the adoption pool rather than releasing him.
So, so lucky for us!
Wow, has it really been eight days since the last post? Well, something must be done about that. So here are two chubby fellows from years ago, both demanding to be in the prime position next to my thigh in the recliner. Usually Schooner would grab that spot, lying on his back, butt to the chair back, smiling up at me. But this time Peanut got there first, so Schooner curled up on top of him.
Since you demand more pics, here’s Cat Primus (the one who likes me), sitting atop my computer desk giving me the side-eye of amusement as she dangles her other front leg in front of my computer screen, preventing anything fun or productive.
Chloé caught in the act of rolling around in her chair.
