I am happy later in life to fall in love with a cat. I loved Mother and I am fond of Minnie, but Mother was a barn cat through and through and there was always some distance. Flo is a shameless and savvy flirt. She knows just how to play me. This morning, when the sun came up and I was out doing the chores, I spotted her catching the first rays of sun of the day. She was watching me, I was watching her. We met half-way and we had a cuddle. Then she was off on her important business of the day. Flo is emerging as a visible and peaceful presence on the farm. I never used to see her. I see her often now.