Well, it’s official—we definitely have a farm cat.
Actually… it turns out we may have three.
The small, skinny cat we first noticed hanging around has officially decided this place is home. She’s no longer the scraggly little thing we met weeks ago. She’s filled out, looks healthier, and—most telling of all—she now lets us pet her. That’s usually the moment you realize you’ve been adopted, not the other way around.
We named her Catnice Everdine, inspired by a certain survival-savvy Hunger Games character. It felt appropriate given her rough start and impressive resilience.
Apparently, Catnice let the secret out that this is a pretty good place to be. Not long after she settled in, we started noticing two more cats making regular appearances. One is a male we’ve dubbed Pete the Cat. The other looks suspiciously like he could be Pete’s father, so naturally, they’re now known as Pete Junior and Pete Senior.
As if on cue, we’ve also come across a few dead mice around the property. Not our favorite discovery—but a very clear sign that the cats are earning their keep. Nature’s pest control is alive and well.
It’s funny how these things happen. We didn’t set out to get farm cats, but the farm seems to have decided for us. Between the healthier coats, the growing confidence, and the unmistakable evidence of their work, it looks like we’ve officially added “barn cats” to the operation.
And honestly? We’re not mad about it.
