I’ve decided it’s Farm Critters Week here at Old Vines.
Little Edie, our barn kitty, has the life of Riley. Other than my screaming at her for climbing the greenhouses, she’s got a fairly posh life for a working animal. Tom built her the most sound little cat house in the tractor shed out of many bales of straw and a down-filled sleeping bag. It even has a windproof flap. We lock her up every night as we worry for her safety at night…that, and we expect her to kill all the mice in my adjacent potting shed. She is not the most terribly thick-furred cat, but life outside seems not to bother her.
I work at home three days a week. Mostly, I work on the back porch: it’s close to the critters, and has a great view. But it’s not insulated so I commute to the front porch to work during the winter (I did winterize this porch). It didn’t take Edie long to figure out the front porch is a fun place to be, too. In the morning she’ll come to the front door and ask to be let in.
Then she’ll nap most of the day away. (The porch faces southwest so the light here is quite nice.)
And then, if she wants to go outside, she stands by the door and lets me know.
The indoor cats are not too happy with this treatment. Echo simply wants to kill Edie, and Nixie is sad she’s denied the front porch daybed. Ah well. Unlike our worthless indoor cats, Edie works for her kibble, after all, so she’s due a bit of compensation. She’s still finding a vole or a mouse every day or two. (Good kitty.)