Meet Boots

Farm Lesson #3: Don't hang out by the barn at dusk

Upon moving here, we have inherited a barn cat. He came with the house, and his (or her) name is Boots. Boots' exact gender and age is unknown, but we usually stick with the male pronouns and the neighbors estimate he is 11 years old. He resides in a little cat home in the rafters of the old, red barn. Boots is kind of a diva. He loves to be brushed and cuddled, but only on his rug, and only when he has a dish of food. However, if no brushing ensues, he refuses to eat. As you can see, Boots is pretty darn cute, and Cole and I enjoy our daily hang out sessions with him each evening. 

I have learned to feed Boots before dark, hence the above farm lesson. Boots is not the only animal that lives in the red barn. There are about 50 bats that reside, squeak, tweet, and hang upside down in there and they like to pour out at lightning speeds around dusk, diving through the air to hunt for bugs. Creepy. Creepy vampires living in the barn. Anyway, enjoy some more pictures of Boots. 

"Does this Friskies contain artificial flavoring?"

"I WILL get down if you don't pet me."