This time of year, everyone can use a reminder to look out for cats around their vehicles. I tap on the hood in hopes of scaring a cat away from our vehicle. So far, I haven’t found any of our cats (including barn cats) this way but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop checking.
Time to curl up next to the fireplace and enjoy some catnip
Barn? What barn?
It has been close to 15 months since Tully went from being a semi-feral barn cat to a house cat. We have put in a lot of time and energy (remember those home-made cat shelves?) into making Tully a confident house cat.
As you can see, Tully is living it up indoors! This fall, our little love bug has discovered how awesome our pellet stove is. So, if he’s not in his favorite bed or couch he is likely in front of the pellet stove keeping warm.
I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving with friends and family (2 and 4 legged). This year I have a lot to be thankful for:
Benny on the front porch
- Our barn cat Benny returned after disappearing for a week. Lucky for us, he only needed to spend 3 nights inside. I wanted to be confident he didn’t have any health issues that needed monitoring. During his indoor stay, he made himself at home laying on my neck and face. This inspired the nickname “Neck Scarf.”
- All of our animals are happy, healthy, and have only minor behavioral issues. For example: Benny chews on blankets, Marley whines when she wants to go for a run while I drive the ATV, and Tully makes coyote noises during the night).
- Everyone has warm beds. The barn cats have insulated beds and heat lamp in the barn cat condo. The house cats have the pellet stove to sleep in front.
- Tully has made a drastic transformation this past year, going from barn cat to house cat. He purrs when I pick him up, lets me smother him with love, and hangs out on the couch with my husband.
- The best part is that I have an awesome husband to share this with! He loves animals as much as I do, sometimes spoiling them more than me 😉
Benny and Danny wanting inside
I’m sad to report that our barn cat Benny was last seen on Wednesday (Nov 11th) and we miss him so much.
Benny won’t be remembered as a dedicated hunter (kind of hard to hunt critters when you are trying to sneak into our house). When I think of Benny, I remember his desire to eat, looking after his sick buddy Tully, and giving me hugs.
I will never forget you Benny.
After all the time and energy I put into creating the cat shelves (along with my awesome husband’s help), I still get excited when I see a cat using them.
Borgia enjoying the hammock
I’d nap up there if I was a cat
September 1st is Ginger Cat Appreciation Day so give the ginger kitteh in your life a great big hug (then go clean up those fresh scratches). I was previously unaware that ginger cats had their own special day since our cats have declared EVERYDAY is a day to appreciate them.
Hope you enjoy these photos of our gingers!
I have heard stories about cats being stuck in trees, even cartoons show firemen rescuing scared kittehs. Never did I imagine that I would witness my own cat being rescued.
A couple years ago, my husband returned from walking our dogs to notify me that our smallest barn cat, Benny, was up in a tree by our barn. This wasn’t a small tree, and he was at least 50′ up and no where near the top of that tree (imagine a tree in a forest). The other barn cats were hanging out around the tree for moral support and I did what I could do for the little guy. I hung out by this tree talking to him. I brought down a bowl of his kibble, then canned wet food. I had other tasks to handle, so I decided to leave the area in hopes he would come down if I wasn’t present.
Keep in mind, this is a semi-feral barn cat. He’s skittish but still seeks out attention when it suits him. That evening I stepped outside our front door to listen for him. Each time I went outside I heard him crying out, and it broke my heart. On the second day I discovered some neighbor walking his German Shepherd off-leash on the property next to ours. The owner made a comment about seeing the cat yesterday and I made the assumption that his dog scared our cat up the tree. This data made the situation even more serious. If the dog is what Benny was scared of, and it’s coming around daily, Benny wasn’t likely to calm down enough to make it down the tree.
Unfortunately Benny picked a tree that didn’t have low branches that he could easily jump down on. He would have to go STRAIGHT down. He was also up way too high for any of our huge ladders. Benny stayed another night up in that tree. Thankfully the windstorm didn’t cause him to fall.
On day 3 I decided to contact a logger who we’ve done business with to see if he’d be willing and able to rescue our boy. No luck, but he did offer another person who might be help us. He did say that in his line of work, he has discovered dead cats in trees (they don’t always come down on their own). It took two more calls to get a hold of a guy who had experience with rescuing cats from trees. For $60 he would come out in a couple hours and attempt to rescue our boy.
With spiked boots, he climbed the tree, grabbed Benny and lowered him back to the ground in a cat carrier. I am very thankful to him for rescuing our scared kitteh.
Anyone wondering why the title of this blog post is “Benny Boots”? One day I was walking around our property and I was hearing Benny crying out. After spending a good ten minutes searching for him, my husband and I determined the noise was coming from my wet boots…they were squeaking. False alarm, no cat rescue needed.