Farm Kitty

Our farm cat once belonged to our eldest son and his family when they lived here for a few short eight months.

Four years ago when our son was between jobs he decided to give the electrical business a try by working with his dad. Then his dream job of being a police officer came available, ending his electrical career before it really even started.

He came with his wife, boys, dog and cat. When they moved he left with his wife, boys and dog leaving the cat behind. 

I would have preferred him to have left the boys instead.

Farm kitty is a beautiful, fluffy, friendly, loving cat who loves the farm life.

When we rented our farm house after our son left, the new tenants welcomed kitty giving him a new family to love.

After a year or so, they bought their own house and moved.

Kitty stayed.

Our new renters took on the care of feeding him and making sure he has water but they don't love him. 

KiKi seeks us out every time we are at the farm tending to the horses, which is, at least four times a day. He gets his lovin's and a good brushing then helps us with what ever chores we may be doing.

One day we noticed he was limping on his front leg so I gathered him up and took him to the vet.

Apparently his leg had healed from an old wound but left the infection festering inside. The vet recommended they lance the leg, clean and drain the infection.

After the procedure the vet said he was good to go. They gave him a antibiotic shot that was good for 10 days making it so we didn't have to give him pills.

Wondering if they had to sedate him for the procedure, the vet said not at all, she had an aid stroke his face while she lanced and cleaned the wound saying, she has never seen anything like him before.

 I decided to bring him home for the night so he can rest before going back to the farm. We have always considered keeping him but our Rosie girl proved she was going to be the only cat in the house by welcoming our patient with a good swipe and a threatening growl.

 The laundry room seemed to be a safe place to keep him over night which he didn't care for at all. He's used to the wide open space of the farm.

The next morning I checked on our patient. He had taken the liberties of removing the bandage himself and adamantly told me he was anxious to get out of confinement.

I wasn't quite ready to head to the farm so I let him roam the house while readied myself. Just to make sure he didn't escape, I secured the doggie door by inserting the slider.

When it was time to go, I couldn't find KiKi anywhere. Calling and calling him but he was not in the house. The little stinker pushed up the slider in doggie door and let himself out.

 I found him in the neighbors yard.

He's an outside boy and just because you can take the cat out of the farm, you can't take the farm out of the cat.

He's happy to be back where he belongs.