The trail cam caught a photo of what could be a cat fight, but I suspect is more amorous in nature. I’m fairly certain that these are the two cats I kept catching being frisky in the meadow. Hm. I’m working with our neighbor to start TNR (Trap, Neuter, Release) with the local cat population. I’ve borrowed some live traps from one of the the local TNR groups, and I’ll start taking in cats two at a time. That is the theory anyway.
I’m glad the hardware cloth on the top of the runs is sturdy since the neighborhood cats like to sit on it like fuzzy toadstools. I took the picture with the black cat up and Sophie looking on (I pretty sure she taught them all the trick). My husband took the one of the big white cat, who truly looks like a fungi. The chickens don’t seem to be concerned about fuzzy death from above, but did let out concerned noises when my husband approached. So there we go. The cats have found a place to watch chicken TV without disturbing the inmates.
Now where is the rest of her body? Oh, curled up in the hammock directly behind her. Camera angles are amazing tricksters. No photoshopping here. She does love her hammocks.
This being an indoor cat business is a good gig.
The coop is the neighborhood chick flick hangout for cats. I caught the white long haired cat having a looksie while I filled water buckets.
Sophie started out as a neighborhood outdoor cat, who adopted us, and is nearly converted to indoor life, but still likes to take in an occasional chicken show. The hens don’t get upset when she is staring in, as long as she is calm.
Critters and Craft 