I’ve come to see the farm as a kingdom for Flo, one of our barn cats. She sleeps on the porch, hunts in the meadow, and co-opts anything she wishes – the lawn chairs, the woodshed – for shelter or hunting grounds. This morning, the wooden bench on the lawn was her temporary throne, from which she looks out and surveys her kingdom. She has the whole regal bearing thing down pat. She is the Queen Of Bedlam Farm.