Last January, one of my sons and three of my grandsons and I went pheasant hunting at the local club. After the hunt, the club owner called me aside and said, "Chip, I've got a problem that maybe you could help me with."
"What is it, Jim?" I asked.
"I got me a cat problem. One of my barn cats has had three litters since last April and this litter has eight kittens in it. Would you mind taking one?"
No problem. We have a couple of feral cats that have adopted us over the years, but one is getting fairly old and spends most of his time in the heated garage in his bed. So I grabbed this little one.
Heck! If I had known what a great cat she would turn out to be, I would've grabbed one of her sisters, too. This little gal is a terror on voles. She's out in the barn or one of the pastures most of the day until she catches a vole or a mouse, then brings it over to the back lawn to show us and brag a little. Then she's off hunting again.
I'm more than happy to give her a big hug today. Of course, Ms. Judy claims the cat as hers, but that's okay with me....just as long as it keeps catching mice and voles.