We have two barn cats at Bedlam Farm. Each has staked out their territory, as cats tend to do. Both share the territory of the back porch, today they slept all day curled up next to one another.

Flo’s private territory is the front porch, where she is often sitting on a wicker chair cushion. In bad weather, she climbs up the wood pile into the wood shed, or sometimes she crawls up the latter into the upper regions of the big red barn.

Minnie is mostly on the back porch, she sleeps there at night and if the weather is bad, she will go into the barn and curl up on a hay stack. At night, I believe they both go out and hunt together, there are mice and moles and chipmunks in the pastures.

We often find one or more bodies waiting for us in the morning in front of the back door.

Flo is the more regal of the two, Minnie more cuddly and soft. Flo is touch, Minnie is not a fighter. Flo smacks Bud in the nose if he comes near her, Minnie likes to cuddle with  him.

I am closer to Flo, Maria to Minnie. I think of the porch as the Country Of Flo.