Most mornings I can be found on our front porch knitting or reading or just enjoying the view. We can see all the way from Pikes Peak to the south to Long’s Peak, in Rocky Mountain National Park, to the north.
Usually I am accompanied by one of our barn cats, Kitty. No, we don’t name our cats. I did when we got our first barn cats, but they did not survive as long as the ones just named Kitty. Probably just a coincidence, but I wasn’t taking any more chances.
This particular Kitty is a very handsome boy, with a white nose and belly and a black striped body. He began life as a feral cat, but with time, patience and lots of food as bribes, he became quite friendly and craved attention.
Now he has become my constant companion.
Kitty generally starts out fairly content to just sleep next to me on the sofa, but then he believes he deserves attention.
It is amazing the contortions he will go through just to get a little belly rub.
And sadly, I am just a sucker and give him whatever he wants.
So the next time you are thinking about what a tough life barn cats have, think of Kitty happily sleeping away on “his” sofa in the cool morning air.
Until next time, Happy Trails!
