Every barn has cats, whether it wants them or not. Here are various felines I have the pleasure of knowing.
I don’t know this cat’s real name, but I call him Sid after the children’s book Six Dinner Sid because he actually belongs to a neighbor. But he comes over to the barn because they feed him. He spends his days lounging on horse boots, catching mice, and sleeping on saddle pads. Not necessarily in that order.
These two are brothers, or something. I think. Rocky has extra toes so it looks like he’s wearing boxing gloves.
Tigger has a larger brown spot on his nose.
You know, like an Oreo cookie. I don’t know his name, assuming he has one, and years ago a friend of mine had a black and white cat named that. I lack imagination.