Miss Doolin is named for the tiny town in Ireland where I spent 3 happy days, wandering from pub to pub, washing my clothes in a sink and hanging them out to dry in the April sunshine. Here, she acts casual while looking fetching in her natural surroundings.
Camino, named for the fair-trade chocolate, is a most astonishing shade of chocolate brown. She came to us as a tiny kitten, hissing and spitting in a cage. I alomst gave up hope that she could be tamed, but after days of determined cuddling and contact with the kids, she has grown into the most loving, and might I add, beautiful of all our cats.
Jupiter, aka the Guardian of the Porch, has been with us for going on 8 years. He is affectionately known as "The Big, Fat Poopoo", due to his astoundingly swingy belly. He mostly sleeps and puts up with the adoration of Camino, who thinks he is her mother.
To me, cats are essential on a farm, not only to catch mice and other pests, but to sit around looking all picturesque on fence posts, on old rocking chairs, in barn doorways, and in flower beds.
Nice work if you can get it...