Minnie was a feral kitten born in a litter under a porch in North Hebron. A waitress I knew at a restaurant showed me a photo and asked me to take her. I didn’t see her for the longest time. I would leave food in the barn, and it would vanish, and occasionally I would catch sight of her.  She hid for months, and vanished whenever strangers came around, but then she changed. She was curious and very affectionate. She loved Winston the rooster, as she loves hanging around with Simon.

Minnie has evolved into a sweet and social creature, although she lives the mystical life of the barn cat, up in the rafters, sleeping on hay bales in the sun, stalking the fields at night. In the afternoon, she loves to sit on the hay bales and catch the afternoon sun. Lately, she has permitted me to approach her. I am enchanted by barn cats, exotic and remarkable animals who live in the murky space between pets and wild animals.

Yesterday I took a video camera in for a brief visit. Come along.