King of the Farm

Well, nothing has changed much. I'm still the man of the farm, or what I like to call myself, "King" of the farm. No more cats are bothering us since I've been on the prowl. So, with nothing to do, I've resorted to taking long naps as a reward for my hard work. Guarding my area is a tough job with almost six acres to look after. But my family can rest assured that I have everything under control. The only trouble is the song birds who have made shelter in my barn. I can't go anywhere without them attacking me in hoards. Not to mention, it's hard to catch anything for dinner with the raucous they make. But I'll deal with them later. Right now, I have a warm cushion calling my name.

Ahhh Summer

The snow is gone, the grass is high, and I'm free at last! Despite the rainy weather recently I've enjoyed my new-found freedom with enthusiasm. My fur is healthier with less patches of fur missing and my wounds have healed. There's a notch on my tail where I was brutally attacked by a stray cat who mistakenly trespassed on my territory. Of course I defended my home and sent the intruder cowering, with his tail between his legs, as he headed full speed for the next county. I also get "personal" attention whenever I want. All I have to do is find an open window and meow until one of my owners come. What more could a cat ask for?!

Cozy Comfort

Because of the cold weather Mother Nature has so happily blessed us with, my owners bring me inside at night. The snow isn't all that bad..unless I am forced to tunnel through it. The cold chills from the frosty air travel up my spine and spark something electric in me and I romp and plunge through the snow mounds with a predator-like pounce. But at night the winds can practically blow me across the state line! All I have to do is paw and meow at the door to get my owners to feel sorry and let me in. Works every time.

Lock-down

My owners have me on, what they call, "lock-down." I've been living in this dog cage for almost a week now. And it's all because I injured my tail and back, left foot. I don't really mind being put inside. With winter on it's way it's colder than ever and the fireplace they have feels like heaven. My humans keep putting white bandages on my leg and foot that irritate my fur.  They've used sports tape, gauze, band-aids, cloth coverings, and socks. But I showed them! I have successfully destroyed every single infuriating piece of their so-called bandages. They thought they'd be smart and put a sock over the coverings, but I managed to slip it off anyways. When they re-wrap my injuries I bite, scream, and put up a fight to look tough so that the house cats won't think I'm weak. They stalk around my cage with glaring eyes, waiting for a chance to pounce. I have to be on my guard. The humans are still gentle and patient with me despite my hysterics. Although, they're angry with my attempts to get rid of their bandages. Or should I say victories? Yesterday I chewed off and ate the two band-aids that were put on my tail. Ha! I can't wait to see what they have planned next.

~Joey~

I was born Aug. 26th, 2009 on a small farm in Ohio. My brothers and sisters were all given to good homes, but I was kept. The humans I live with are only a temporary family, you see. My real master lives far away and she says she'll take me home when it's time. We had a special connection when we first met and she gave me my name, Joey. Until she comes for me, I live here as a barn cat and I get to do what I want and go where I want. Although, I stay close to home because my mother also lives here. I love laying out in the sun on warm days and chasing mice in the field. Even though my humans have given me a box to sleep in I usually prefer a nice, cozy spot in the straw. Life isn't always easy though. The outside world is a dangerous place and I have been bruised, scarred, and battered to the point where my humans almost made me a house cat. I'll never let them make me a house cat! Their home isn't like the outside world. The cats that live there are big, ferocious bullies. I'd rather roll in the mud and stalk in the tall, sweet grass. (hence, the dirty spot I always have on my nose.) I'd fight them if I could, but it wouldn't be a fair fight.  I am a barn cat after all.