For Flo, our barn cat, the farm is her palace. She has a score of spots she co-opts from time to time, including this old bench by the apple tree. When I am out there, she always comes to visit me.

I call Flo the Ted Bundy of cats, she is always out murdering something and bringing the body back to us. Yet she is a sweet and loving  creature. This is the fascinating thing about cats for me, their duality, their mix of attachment and wildness. Flo is the only cat who has successfully seduced me, charming me into letting her into the house.

Soon, the nights will get cold and she will be back inside at night. Let’s see how Gus handles that.