This is what greet me at the back door this morning. Nadia (after the gymnast), my bossy, fat cat was sitting next to it looking up at me.
“Well, thank you, but I just ate“, I told her. I find little bits of animals like this occasionally. A tail, leg or stomach looking thing are not unusual. Like I’m some kind of Cat God to bring offerings to.
Cats are interesting, I never quite get ’em. I like that she likes me though. She follows me on walks, like a dog. She hangs with me while I’m watering flower beds. Even if I accidentally on purpose sprinkle her. I’m mean like that.
Barn cats are something else altogether.
Half wild, wanting to be yours, they walk without fear between the legs and in the rafters above horses.
Once I had a colt tied to the fence, maybe his third or fourth saddling. I saw the cat walking along the top rail of the fence but it never occurred to me it would jump over onto the saddle.
It stood there for about 3 seconds, then jumped off. The colt didn’t set back until it jumped off. Can’t say I thought to train for that particular scenario.
Cats are the cinnamon in my oatmeal of life. I have just enough to keep it interesting.