Tada! This is our new mouser barn cat. I really, really didn't want a new cat after having to put Judy down New Year's Eve. But Chris got her.
Nobody can say that animals don't have different personalities. This cat is so different than Judy. This girl is slinky and silent whereas our 17 year old Judy didn't have a sly bone in her body. Judy was a non-stop meow box. I've not heard one meow out of this one but she is a purr box. Judy never purred. She plays unlike Judy (who was 3 or 4 when we got her so was past kittenhood.)
Chris doesn't like cats but has had this one in the house two times! Quite a hand full this one is going to be. Barn cat? I'm not so sure she'll fit that bill. Diva she might end up being. The first night Chris brought her in the house to introduce me she started exploring. The cat slinked into the dining room and jumped into a window seal. Well, I have my windows lined with pots of my ever delicate growing rosebushes I've been working with for a year. I heard a crash and she pulled three of my budding rosebushes down when she jumped on top of them.
Tonight the dogs were going crazy on the front porch. I heard something crash through the fence and into the woods next to the house. Chris grabbed the spotlight while I got Diesel and Ada in. He hollered at me that there was an owl on a log about 100 feet away at the edge of the trees. I was pretty excited and looked toward where the light was pointed. I said, "That's not an owl. That is that cat!" The cat had came to the house and the dogs had ran her the opposite way of the barn. Judy never came to the house. Not until the day I knew it was time. Judes followed me up the drive to the house when I drove in from work.
Chris went to the fence and called her. He has never been a cat fan and has no idea how to call for one. But he tried and tried until he got her to saunter across the field finally like a princess. That's when I snapped this pic of her.
So......that's a little about her and personality. What should we name her??
