Well, it's official!
It is time to put the summer clothes away and get the winter clothes out.
How do I know this?
Because all of our equines have done the same.
Their sleek summer coats are long gone....
replaced by a thick, furry,
and much shaggier version of the same.
The donkeys are once again growing their bangs.
These lush coats (along with plentiful hay) will keep the herd warm
through the coming Winter months.
The barn cats have also donned their winter coats.
and Bobby are once again "long-hairs".
which brings me to another story.
Yesterday morning as I was feeding the cats,
(they eat their meals on top of the workbench in the barn)
I heard a 5th cat meowing.
It sounded as if the cry came from behind the workbench...
behind the peg board.
Fearful that I would have to tear down the wall to rescue a cat,
I began listening closely to pinpoint the origin of the cry.
It was coming from beneath the workbench...
in fact, it was coming from a Rubbermaid tote that holds our dry cat food.
I lifted the lid,
and out jumped a very relieved tabby cat...
the one that has been visiting the barn for meals lately.
I have no idea how she got stuck in there,
but luckily she was rescued in time!
I made her a home in the greenhouse, with food, water, litter and a heat lamp
above a soft bed.
Luxurious "digs" for a wanderer, I'd say!
All's well that ends well.
And in the end the perfect name for this cat is Moll Flanders
(she's had a rough life so far).
Oh, and she is the type of kitty of whom I will never get a decent picture,
unless someone else is restraining her.
Whenever she is close by, she wants to be picked up or petted...
which makes posing a bit difficult!