Monday, December 11, 2017
The Trickster Goes Herding
Cold weather and short days make for a bored barn cat.
When Trick the Cat spotted Emma the Border Collie and me trekking toward the sheep pasture, he fell into line behind us. And when Emma brought the sheep to the gate, he stood smack dab in the middle and dared the sheep to walk by.
The ewes gathered around the 12-pound cat and sniffed him. One rubbed her nose against his back. The cat purred in delight.
Emma looked at me. I shooed the cat aside so that the sheep could pass and Emma could work.
As Emma drove the sheep around the wheat field, I walked behind her, and Trick behind me.
"You are so in the way," I told the cat who happily ambled along, enjoying his break from snoozing on top of the hay bales.
"You could spend more time catching mice," I told him.
Yesterday I spotted a mouse feasting on the Broken-Legged Hen's food. I scooped Trick up from his the hay bale and tried to place him in the stall with Broken-Legged Hen and the mouse.
He yowled and braced, claws extended. No way was he stepping one paw into the pen with Broken-Legged Hen.
Trick the Cat has survived 10-plus years on the farm. No barn cat gets to be that old without being an excellent judge of character.