Tuesday, 6 September 2011
We have had our farm cats for about six years. They came as very wild young kittens from a neighbouring farm which had become overrun with feral cats. They were already named, very imaginitively, as Blackie and Creamy (no prizes for guessing which is which).
Creamy had a Siamese father we presume as there was a very randy Siamese Tom in the area and many of the feral progeny had Siamese features. I wouldn't blame any feral female for falling for him as he was such a beautiful cat. But it did mean that Creamy was especially wild.
Over the years Blackie has become tamer. He now comes into the utility room and calls loudly for milk every evening. Once the bowl is put in place he calls Creamy to come up the yard and, providing there is no-one about, Creamy cautiously creeps up for milk.
But recently Creamy has become braver and last week he came just inside the door. It is still impossible to approach him or stroke him but I did manage to get this photograph.
They more than earn their keep - they keep down the mice and rats and young rabbits very efficiently. ?