I have fallen madly in love with Smokey the barn cat.
Smokey the barn cat is one of two feral kittens we brought to live in our barn so they could protect us all from...um...mice.
But I think the farmer people lied to us because Smokey the barn cat is nowhere close to a feral cat.
He is, in fact, the most lovable, social cat I have ever been around, and I love him.
I love him so much, I want to bring him in our house, feed him expensive tuna and cook him up some fancy cat treats.
He doesn't love me.
He loves the three year old undies-wearer who enjoys pulling his tail and pushing him in her stroller.
He follows her everywhere she goes.
Even in her tree house thing and in the back of Daddy's pick up truck.
If she is in the garden, he is right beside her.
If she is on the deck, he is laying right there with her.
When she runs up towards him, he stands there waiting for some lovin' instead of running and hiding like a feral cat should.
And he gets it.
Some gentle cuddles and soft, kind words.
She even calls him "Sweetie".
and I totally die from all of the cuteness.
But when I call him Sweetie, he flashes me his butt hole and walks away.
I like Dumb mom. You will too.