Sunday, May 18, 2008

The Barn Cat

We are not cat people. Honest. I mean I like cats, but a nice barn cat that doesn't spread cat hair all over your house. Now, my husband is one of those macho guys (a former Army Ranger and SF Weapons Sergeant) that didn't like cats at all. At least, he "claimed" he didn't.
Two years ago, an orange tabby moved into our barn. Hey, I was fine with that. They're ruthless mousers, and I'm all for a friendly little barn cat.

So we fed him... And we took him in to get shots and to be fixed. In exchange, he would leave us little presents, usually headless, on the front porch. I imagine he has a trophy room somewhere in the woods where he mounts all those heads to display to his other feline friends. Even better, our mole problem is gone. We understand the moles moved to the neighbors’ lawn.

BUT Kat had greater aspirations than mere barn cat. He wanted to be a house cat.
A year ago, my husband injured his back at work and was flat on the couch for a few weeks. Day two on the couch--I came home from work. There was the cat on Dennis' chest, both of them sound asleep.

A year-and-a-half later....

If you have cats, you know the rest. He now sleeps on the couch, the bed, my husband’s chest, or anywhere else he pleases. He harasses the dogs and can send them running for cover with one withering look. He has special prescription cat food. His own little bed. In other words, he owns the place.

So much for the barn cat.

7 comments:

Mary Paine said...

Hi Jami,

Love the picture. My husband isn't a cat over, either. My cat used to be so desperate to please him she would even fetch. I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd learned to bark!

They sure have a way of winding themselves into our hearts.

Cheers,
Mary

Laura Crum said...

I can really relate to this post. Our current "barn cat", an ex-feral (who was trapped by some friends who didn't want him around--we agreed to release him in our barnyard) named Tiger now sleeps on the bed, scares the dog to death, and pounces on us in mock "attacks" whenever he pleases. He's lots of fun, but like you, I sometimes wonder how things got to this pass(!)

Kit Ehrman said...

Jami,

Kat has a kindred spirit here in Indiana. My ex-barn cat is now my constant companion when I'm in my office, and she wakes me up several times a night to be fed or scratched. Her preferred method is to touch my head or face. Nothing like waking up to see a feline face several inches from your own. :-)
Kit

Grey Horse Matters said...

We've never had a cat because my son was so allergic to them. I figure the cat feels he earned the graduation from barn to house cat, by all the headless mice he left. The rule is once you reach a certain number of dead mice, you get to come in and be boss.

Jami Davenport said...

Yes, Kat, definitely thinks he earned his place in the house. He is a fair weather hunter, though. When the weather's good, he won't come in the house. When it's bad, he spends his days on the couch and nights on the bed.

I want to be a cat.

Mrs Mom said...

Kat looks like a smaller version of my cat Tigger when I was growing up. Tigs had quiet the 'Tude too, and there was never a dull moment with his big yellow head around. We have had a few cats since then, as Tigs is long long gone now, but none of them have yet been quite like Tigger was.... Lots of great memories from that giant orange cat!

Sounds like Kat has secured his place there with you and your husband... isnt it funny how those non-cat likers are the biggest targets for cats? And isnt it amazing how the cats change their minds? hehehe ;)

Jami Davenport said...

I know. Cats seem to seek out those that aren't overly enamored of them. I'm guessing their intentions are to either turn them into cat lovers or to torture them because they aren't.