Since turning up from nowhere about 3 years ago,
Spooky has adopted me as his constant companion. He started by being a regular
visitor to the barn, getting fed alongside the other farm cat Twinkle, but
refused to ever come in the house, despite his immaculately groomed fur and
excellent manners, he maintained that he was an outdoors cat.
He watched with interest while the soap cabin was
built, and graciously offered to repel any opportunist mice and rats.
So, in the morning he appears magically in the barn to
receive his wages as a farm cat (a third of a tin of cat food). He follows me
around while I feed, water, and milk the goats, waiting eagerly for a little
saucer of warm milk straight from the goat. He somehow manages to purr and
drink at the same time. He then finds a
comfy corner to sleep away the day until tea time, when he resumes following me
around outside, sometimes even following me up to the top fields to check the
goats. This is what he was doing in the photo, not even turning back when it
began to rain...
Spooky has lately
begun to come into the house – getting on famously with Coco the dog, so in the
evening he gets his supper on the kitchen windowsill, and curls up in front of
the fire for a few hours. He insists on going out at night – he knows how to
open the latches on the windows, which is a bit of a nuisance when I get up to
a freezing cold house in the winter because as yet he hasn’t learnt to close
the window after himself.
He has never once tried to steal my cocoa, or knock
the milk over, like certain other cats on the farm, and I love him to bits.
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