General George Patton would have been proud of Florence’s takeover of Bedlam Farm. A barn cat through and through, she lived her for months in the barns and under the porch before we even saw her. One day during a storm she revealed herself to Maria – a very wise move for any animal – and then began her campaign to rule the place. She swatted each of the dogs, terrorized Minnie, took over the woodshed, spend a good deal of time flirting with me and sitting on my lap. She has seized one of the rocking chairs, rules the back porch, gets fed at least once a day. She stays away from the road and is seen constantly. It took her about five or six weeks to complete her conquest of the farm, and she now rules the Barn.

She even likes being photographed.