The house cats were growling like guard dogs, so I turned on the porch light to see what new creature was on the front porch. In the blink of an eye something flew off the corner and was gone. Since coyotes have been really brave lately, I was praying it wasn’t one-or more. The cats, Skinny Minnie and Fatty Patty (yes-they are just that-sort of), ventured out for a rub on the sidewalk and to check out the early evening on the farm. Hiss, Spit, Screech! We all flew to the door to see one heck of a cat fight. It appears we have a new “addition” to the farm. Someone must have thought we needed another cat. Now why do people assume you need a lot of cats if you have a farm?
The new guy has stayed for quite a while now, and being the softy to all animals, I had to give him a name. As you can tell we give a lot of thought to that. You just can’t say “Have you fed the porch cat?” or “Watch out for the porch cat.” Hence his name is PC – you guessed it – short for porch cat. Not totally unlike earlier cats named Screen Climber or Stinky (you don’t want to know), and the many cats that have padded through our lives.
PC is quite the sturdy fellow. If he stays he will have to follow the rules and visit the vet soon. He doesn’t know it, but the food he just ate had his worm meds, and the neck rub had his flea spot-on. Those are rules number one and two. The third one is from Bob Barker reminding you to help control the pet population. Have your pet spayed or neutered. I am lucky to work at a place where I have known most of the people for many, many years. Even more so, that I can see the products we sell and hear from our customers on what works for them and their circumstances. Not every product works for every animal all of the time. I enjoy visiting with our customers about their animals and families too. We can laugh together, compare where we live, and sometimes lend a shoulder. Sometime soon I will have to tell you about Meanie cat...Helen