The Cat

About two years ago, I wrote about a little stray cat who came to our house.  We started feeding her, named her Misty and adopted her as our own.  Our own, that is, if anyone can "own" a cat.  She is quite the independent little soul.

The Gray Ghost

My how time flies!  Today, that little cat has grown into a beautiful lady who has captivated us with her personality.  She usually spends the day outside, especially in nice weather.  Here she is last summer lounging on the front walk.

In the summer, I frequently find her in the garden laying under the basil plants in the shade. 

She occasionally jumps into the chicken pen on her way to the shed where we store t-posts, tomato cages and other farm items.  The chickens ignore her and she ignores them.

She prowls around in the shed looking for mice.

She's not the best mouser in the world (probably too well fed for that), but that doesn't keep her from practicing.   She likes to stalk and chase "invisible" mice.  These antics crack me up.  Here she was on the front porch earlier this year stalking an invisible mouse.

She was quite wary of Sally (the dog) when she first came here, but they have since developed somewhat of an alliance, even eating in close proximity at times.

And, more recently, sleeping together on the "dog" pillow.

If you have followed this blog, you know that Sally is crippled from a bullet wound she received before she came to us.  (Sally's Story)  Anyway, as a result of her injury, she doesn't spend a lot of time outside, chasing squirrels, etc.  However, once or twice a day she goes out and makes her "rounds" of the farm.  More often than not, you'll see the cat following along behind her on these outings.  This is funny because Sally seems blissfully unaware that she is being tailed.

Misty has carved out a little kingdom for herself on our 5 acre farm.  That's about all the room she needs to be Mistress of the Manor.