Meet Percy, the neighbor’s tomcat. (Hi, Heather – I know you’ll see this post!). Heather said he showed up at their place awhile back and made himself at home.
He is a beautifully marked tuxedo cat and a sweetheart really BUT — he is not fixed. He gets along with the cats in the barn fine and all would be good if he’d stay in the barn.
Yesterday morning I came downstairs to find Percy in my kitchen. He has discovered the cat door that enters into the mud room and has wandered in a couple of times. I scooted him down to the basement while Hazel was outside because she would not be happy to see him in the house. A short time later I heard a ferocious cat fight in the basement, Percy came flying up the steps and I put him outside and closed the cat door. I went to the basement and found bloody footprints and a small pool of blood which could only belong to Percy or Moda. Oh dear – I was so worried about Moda – she’s the ghost cat, remember? Feral when she came and has never changed. Couldn’t find her and of course she wouldn’t come when called.
Later that day I went to the barn and there was Percy with a bloody foot – so Moda got the best of him. I’m hoping this will be the lesson that will keep him in the barn and not in the house.
Here are Darla, Reed and Danielle watching Percy.
Oh, these young cats tickle me and I look forward to visiting them in the barn a couple times a day. This summer they’ll be in the yard and I’ll see more of them. All this time I thought it would be them who found the cat door – not Percy. I take Percy home sometimes but he always finds his way back here. Anybody want a beautiful gray tuxedo cat?
Becky recently painted this picture of Susannah for me. She was a pal to me only – she butted everybody else – ha!
Last night as it was snowing and blowing, I went to the barn to close the sliding goat doors. The doors opened to the opposite side of the barn where the wind was blowing but the goats go out to a closed area to eat hay. I digress. There are 4 hens and Daddio who have lived with the goats all winter and one hen was missing from the goat pen. I always count them after I close the doors. I had to find her so I started the search only to find her on the opposite side of the barn – where the wind was the strongest! She was huddled in a corner covered with snow. I saved her life for sure. Our wind chill this morning was 10 below. She wouldn’t have survived.
Like Becky says – it’s always something around here.