Our barn cats Pat and Jack…are the lions of our barn and of our hearts!
Bobtail Jack was born with a bobtail…while Pat came with a tail option…yet 100% brothers. Fluffy golden balls of ferocious kit cat…rock solid under their fluffy hair as they work out to” Bob and Jillian’s” work out routine!
With top of the line cat condos upstairs in the barn and heated automatic waterers downstairs…a continuous supply of kitty food and love…this is premium first class ta-ta living kit cat style of the Rich and Famous Cats!
Both NTO (No Tail Option) and TOI (Tail Option Included) have managed to kill the mouse community in the huge old barn…thank goodness! I hate seeing something dark and moving quickly in a corner or under my feet…Eeewwwwwww…with a shriek on the end…Fanny Annie agrees.
Can you see the small cut out hole in the door frame on the right…WB cut kitty doors into the outside doors so they can come and go through the outside and the inside doors. No coyote or dog can venture into the barn unless they want to die and go to heaven.
Both cats used to get into fights with each other as they had not been altered yet and often it sounded like the barn was possessed!!! They would scream at each other and growl LOUDLY. It would be hysterically funny if you were outside talking to someone who did not know they were in the barn and the screaming escalated…the person talking to you would stop and look at the barn and ask you what is going on in there? WB and I would get a huge snicker out of that…we country folks is weird when it comes to playing jokes on each other or someone else:)
Jack is the shy one and the biggest one by a smidgen.
Pat is taking time to give me a kitty pose. They both have pretty green eyes…go ahead and make their day!
I leave you with “Mary Ann Kennedy’s” song “Barn Cats”…I love her music…true heart of the western spirit…look her up…I have all of her CD’s:)
“Barn Cats By Mary Ann Kennedy”
I”m a barn cat, not an alley cat
Or a house cat, I don’t sit on laps
I got a real job…I catch mice
It’s a tough life…I”m a barn cat
Meow this is my territory
Bow wows…look out
I got sharp claws
And a king size bed made out of straw
I’m so glad, I’m a barn cat
I got a feed room, and a tack room
And 4 stalls I stalk em all
Don’t need a litter box, I got a round pen
60′ of sand…I’m a barn cat
Have a great Wednesday!
Hot Rod Cowgirl 
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