|Miss Cattie fach, one of the three remaining official cats|
When the cows left we had maybe eight barn cats. We never have too many as the varmints and the road keep the population low.
We decided to let attrition winnow the ranks and it did. Fighting amongst themselves, the road, mysterious disappearances, they are mostly gone. We now have three cats plus Elvis, who is a story unto himself.
And then this morning I went over to the barn to tell the boss that his hay customer was waiting for him at the bottom of the hill, and there it was, another cat.
A fairly pretty one, long, black fur, bright green eyes, sitting on the stable cleaner chute and yowling and howling at me for all it's worth.
But just where did he come from?