Tin Can Sam

It's been our philosophy that a well-fed cat makes a better mouser.

And so, aside from always having a dispenser full of dry food

for our barn cats, we give them some canned cat food each morning.

I know... they are completely spoiled barn cats.

Wet food has made the difference between tame and feral when it comes

to our two black Beatrixes, however.

It's a morning routine.

Upon our arrival at the barn, one of us heads into the workshop

to feed the cats.

Cans are opened, food is distributed in each cat's dish in their designated

dining spot.

The dogs patiently wait.

It's their favorite time of day, as well.

After the food is distributed,

the dogs get to lick the cans.

Annie takes her can out the back door of the barn.

Sammie takes his can out the front door.

Chester gets to lick both lids and the spoon.

All three are in heaven.

Happy dogs... happy cats.

Yesterday morning we had a defective can.

It's "key" popped off and we were unable to open the can without a tool.

Hubbs grabbed another can in its place and set the defective can aside.

Apparently at some point during chores,

Sammie stole the can and claimed it as his own.

When I found him, this is all that was left of the can.

He had somehow managed to chew the lid open to reveal the contents of the can.

Amazingly, he had no cuts in his mouth.

That's our Sammie... sly, resourceful, and just a little bit naughty!

We've once again entered the season of magnificent sunrises.

Here was yesterday's...

What an amazing world this is!!