Here we are, pandering to the whims of the masses, people want cute cat pictures and so we provide cute cat pictures.
The reason for this is we have acquired a cat. Sometimes cats acquire us, but this one arrived as a result of a policy decision taken at a high level. It was decided that we ought to welcome a farm cat into our team. Sal was not actually involved in these discussions. Being a Border Collie it was felt that we already knew her opinion.
It’s just that some organisation that rescues cats had a kitten to place. So higher authorities discussed the matter, and a neutered tom, fully vaccinated, suddenly appeared.
Just to let him know this was home we fed him in his cage for a day or two, then when he twigged where lunch came from, the door of the cage was opened and he got the run of the place. But of course, we still put a little something out for him every evening.
It’s been interesting to watch him grow into the place. Within a week or two he was happy to watch us at work, and even though I’m never the one who feeds him, he’ll come up to me to get his ears stroked. He and Sal have an understanding. They have agreed not to like each other. If the cat sees Sal and he’s out in the open he’ll sit and stare at her before quietly slipping away to somewhere she cannot get. Sal will steal his food if he leaves it unattended.
Obviously he’s here to do a job. The idea is that the food we give him is just to keep him topped up, his job is to deal with rats, mice and other vermin. Certainly when I’ve had to go out into the milking parlour or the calving pens at night, I’ll see him quietly going about his business, watching rat runs. He sits like a statue ready to pounce.
He’s obviously found himself somewhere suitable to sleep. In spite of the weather he looks sleek, dry and happy. Also as we feed him we keep an eye on him. But so far he’s managed to look suitably fully fed and smug.
Whilst on about cats I thought I’d mention a book I just read. “Detective Daintypaws: A Squirrel In Bohemia.”
“Justice has a new… collar. All is not well on the mean streets of Barnes. A double homicide in trendy deli Bohemia is followed by a spate of mysterious thefts across Castelnau’s parade of shops. And there are rumours. Whispers of supernatural beings stirring, of dark forces from the dawn of time. Only one PI can solve this baffling mystery. Only one hero can crack the case. The terror of sparrows. The prodigal snoozer. The esteemed and revered Detective Buscemi Daintypaws Twinklefur.The crime-solving cat. With the reluctant help of a sassy streamwise mallard duck, a Lancastrian heron, and ‘Ard Ren the fox, Buscemi must reclaim her streets from the forces of darkness. Even at the cost of her soul.
I got to read this story as a beta-reader and frankly I loved it. At one point it had me looking at street view on google maps as I followed the action. There’s some great humour as the author observes London life and it is great fun.
It’s a story I’d recommend.
Mind you this is one lady I’d never introduce a cat to.
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As a reviewer commented, “Once in a while a book really gets to you. Jim Webster’s book Sometimes I just Sits and Thinks has done just that to me. Jim is a farmer in the English county of Cumbria. His sense of humour shines throughout each episode. If you come from farming stock as I do, this is the book for you. In my mind’s eye I was out there with Jim and his faithful Border Collies Jess and Sal. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book…”