Trick: New Toys

               

It’s been a long, boring winter.

Dewey Kitty, the indoor/outdoor cat keeps running inside to warm his paws by the fire.

The farm mistress comes to the barn and does chores, but she’s spends no time in the garden and little time with the horses or working the dogs on sheep. I so miss pouncing the dogs as they circle around the sheep.

And, to make matters worse, my novelty with the hens and ewes is gone. No longer can I plop down among the chickens, flick my tail, and expect a reaction. They just roll their beady little eyes and cluck, “Oh, it’s you.”

When I try to entice the ewes to play the follow-the-leader game, they just trot to the barn and say they’re too old for kid stuff.

 But new play toys arrived this week.

 Lambs! I love lambs.

When a lamb finishes nursing, I like to grab the lamb by its neck and lick its lips. Milk. Yum. The ewes do not like this. They stomp and charge me. So, I have to be strategic and plot my escape route.

I also like to play the follow the leader game. But that too has to wait until the lambs are a few weeks old and released with the flock.

So for now, I sit on the stall doors and talk to the lambs and laugh when the ewes stomp at me. They can’t get me from my perch.

Dewey: Finally! Mom is paying attention to me

Sometimes it's hard to compete with Border collies.

Oh, I try. I cuddle and sit pretty. I'll even fall over on command and ring a bell when I want to go outside. Yet, sometimes I feel that Mom favors those dogs.

A few days ago, when the cold weather blew in, things changed. She started doing things for me.

First, she re-arranged the furniture. I love that because it gives me new places to explore and perch.

Then today she took the quilts and comforters off of the beds and made little tents so I could crawl under them and sleep. Even my buddy Louie got in the action, and we had a first-class chase game and wrestle fest.

This afternoon, I was sitting on her desk, staring at her, wondering what tomorrow would bring when she said, "I think we're ready for the guests."

Guests? What guests?

I walked over, sat on the keyboard and glared.

Do you mean you weren't doing all this for me?

Louie: My Story: My New Home

Because I'd grown up in a home without dogs and cats, it took me some time to adjust to my new home.

Luckily, the upstairs is mostly a dog-free zone.

But it's not a Dewey Kitty-free zone.

It took some time to adjust to an 8-week-old terrorist kitten. At times, he wanted to snuggle with me.

I learned to like that.

Because he was a kitten, and not good about washing his face and behind his ears, I took over those duties. Sometimes, he repaid me with grooming.

But mostly, when not napping, he wanted to eat my food, chase my tail, pounce on me, and wrestle.

I had to teach him how to play nice. After all, I didn't have claws, but he did.

Over time, I grew to like the ever-growing guy. He taught me to lighten up, to not be so serious, and to have a little fun.

Louie: My Story: At the Shelter, Part 2

A few days later, the blonde lady returns to the shelter, points at me, and says, "I'm here to adopt Gus."

Picking me up, she says, "Your days were numbered. We'll just watch you around the Border collies."

After placing me in a plastic box, she fills out some paperwork with the woman who feeds me at the shelter.

"By the way," the shelter worker tells the lady. "His real name is Louie."

When I arrive at my new home, I discover what a Border collie is.

I didn't want anything to do with that.

I run upstairs, crawl under a chair, find a hole in the underlining and crawl in there.

I think I am safe, until I am found by this.

Louie: My Story: At the Shelter

On Day 12 at the shelter, a blonde lady came into the Cat Room and said, "I want to see Gus."

I looked around to see where she was pointing.

She was pointing at me!

Before I could protest, she opened my cage and picked me up. Maybe she was taking me home. Believe me, after spending nearly two weeks in a room with a Siamese cat, a few other opinionated adult cats, and four overzealous kittens, I was ready to go.

"Oh, he doesn't have claws," she said, holding my front paw so that the man next to her could see. "How could he live in a home with Border collies?"

I didn't have an answer for her. I'd never met a Border collie. I didn't know what they were.

The man turned to the kittens and pulled out the orange one.

"He has claws," the man said, holding the kitten out to the woman.

Sighing, she put me back in my cage and turned her attention toward the kitten. Within minutes they left with the kitten.

That Saturday, I sat in my cage and watched as three other people came in and left with kittens.

Trick: How to land a home on the farm

I was born on a neighboring farm (the Tricks). When I was about four months old, it became obvious that there wasn't room for another male cat on the farm. So I went wandering.

When I came across this barn, I thought I'd hit the jackpot. It had hay -- perfect for sleeping. It also had mice that made tasty meals. When I took a short walk, I found another barn and house that had corn -- and occasionally cat food.

The downside was that it had dogs.

It also had a reputation.

Stories around my birthplace told of male cats who got trapped in cages, went on a car ride, and woke up back at the farm with key parts of their anatomy missing.

But I was too smart for that.

I charmed the female resident of the farm. Once a day, I let her pet me.

But what really turned her on was when I paraded around with a mouse in my mouth. When I did that daily for a few weeks, she started reciprocating and offering cat food to me.

I knew I had a permanent home then.

One day, when I went for my daily petting, she reached down, grabbed me and put me in a cage. I went on a car ride and woke up back at the farm with key parts of my anatomy missing.

Unlike the other cats, though, I stayed.

Meet the Cast!

This blog features true animal tales -- as told by the animals. Today, I introduce the cast.

Dewey Kitty
Adopted as a kitten from the animal shelter in 2010, Dewey Kitty is always finding ways to torment the farm's residents. But he can be sweet and charming -- and quite the showman! Trick-trained, he loves performing his agility tricks and the "bam-fall-over-dead" act.



Louie
Adopted as an adult cat from the animal shelter in 2010, Louie is still wondering how he went from living the sedate, pampered life of an only pet to living in a home with a terrorist kitty (whom he secretly adores) and too many Border collies.

Trick the Cat

A stray who became a permanent resident several years ago, Trick hangs out in the livestock barn where he delights in lounging among the chickens, teasing the lambs, and tackling the working Border collies. A champion mouser, he's deemed the best barn cat on the farm!


Leslie
A stray who became a permanent resident, Leslie lives in the hay and equipment barn where she delights in sunning herself in the dairy parlor window. She's pretty; she's cute; and she can't be bothered with catching mice.

Caeli the Queen, aka The Coyote Girl
Adopted from Buckeye Border Collie Rescue in 2008, Caeli leads the Border collie pack. She's rather intense about herding sheep, playing ball, and life in general.

Tag
Adopted from Buckeye Border Collie Rescue in 2006, this little guy has his own fan club. He's sweet; he's charming; he's obedient; and he doesn't herd sheep.

Mickey
After retiring from the highest level of herding competition, Mickey accepted a new assignment -- teaching a novice about the art of sheep herding. It's proving to be a tough job. While her age is 11, Mickey is still a puppy at heart and always eager to work, cuddle and charm.

Llambert the Llama
Llambert guards the sheep. Always alert, he notices when a strange person or dog enters the farm. And yes, he does spit.

Lily the Golden Girl, aka Barbie Horse
Lily's the leader of the two-horse herd. Charming and curious, she also likes to eat. She also enjoys the clicker game.

Jet, the Golden Girl
Jet, the taller and more athletic of the two Haflingers, follows Lily everywhere... especially when it's into mischief.

The Sheep
The Katahdin hair sheep often receive funny looks from visitors. That's because in the summer months, their coats shed and take on a more goat-like appearance. We also don't dock their tails. While most are white, others are spotted, freckled, red or brown.

The Buckeyes
The few dozen Buckeyes roam the barnyard and pastures around the farm. They provide entertainment, catch bugs, and occasionally lay eggs.