On the farm, my parents keep two kinds of animals, steers and cats.
At the moment, they have Hereford steers, which are about eight months old. Sometimes the steers might need to be herded. In order to be able to work with them, you have to make them less skittish and to do that, you have to bribe them. Cattle are easy to bribe, and cheap! It takes about two weeks of work, and a bit of lucerne hay. My price is higher than hay, but not by much.
At the moment, the most recent steers are still a bit nervous, so for the most part, I hung around in the 4-wheel drive, but they are good enough that if you call them, and they see a bit of hay, they come running. Eventually, Dad won’t need to drive out and get them, he should just be able to call them to him. It’s a pretty amazing image, a herd of cattle stampeding when called.
My parents are also big cat people. They have two cats. It gives me no great pleasure to introduce Betty and Tom:
Betty is the black and white lady on the right. Betty as in ‘Whoa Black Betty’; however, she was known for a period as Satan, due to her good nature [insert sarcastic face here]. She’s basically a stereotypical cat. She just wants to sit in front of the fire and relax and be fed and would you kindly piss off, don’t you know this is her house?
So Mum bought Tom, seen here on the left, who is a Burmese, an allegedly friendly breed. Tom is also a lady, don’t even ask me to explain the name. Tom is not friendly. Tom is tiny, but is the heaviest cat I’ve ever held, because she is ALL muscle. She is all muscle, because during the summer, she disappears for days at a time, and feeds herself on rabbits. Yes, cat can take down a rabbit. I steer clear of Tom, but she and my dad love one another. So Mum has Betty as a buddy and Dad has Tom.
However … Tom has an Achilles Heel and it is the most ridiculous weakness ever. Tom is scared of … The Wuz.
I have to give massive kudos to my parents for being exceptionally accommodating to The Wuz, as her visits tend to turn the order of everything upside down. Neither of their cats get to sleep indoors, but The Wuz does and they even keep a litter tray and litter for her and even though Dad thinks her face is stupid, they are very kind to her and find her quirks funny. So unlike the other cats, The Wuz is allowed to do stuff like wander around on the 80 million tables and sniff the flowers and eat Mum’s plants.
The Wuz loves the farm.
Kudos must also go to Mum for breaking up a fight Tom and The Wuz had while I was on a road trip yesterday. And for booting Tom out and making sure The Wuz got settled in front of the fire for some quality fire time.
Spending time in front of the fire and relaxing is pretty much the best part of a winter visit.
It’s a hard life being a cat.
Finally, before I leave for brunch, this is a postcard that Mum found somewhere. I think it illustrates the nature of dogs and cats perfectly: