If You Can’t Beat ‘Em . . .

This is our son Alex’s cat Patches.  Patches has long been a city dwelling house/apartment cat and now that Alex has moved, she has been transplanted here to the ranch.  She is about 16 years old, and I don’t know how old that would make her in “cat years.”  She is having a bit of an adjustment to rural life.

At first she made it pretty clear she did not much appreciate ranch life or any of the other critters around here.  Though she lives in the shed with our other cats Harry and Bess she does not usually associate with them. Harry tries to play with her but she is a crotchety old thing and she ignores him.

I think she is starting to loosen up and fit in though.


The dust she is so happily rolling around in is actually dried cow manure.  I think she has shed some of her big city ways.

4 comments on “If You Can’t Beat ‘Em . . .

  1. ml says:

    As mean as that cat is, I’m surprised she hasn’t run Harry and Bess off. She does look healthy and happy tho – cow manure must suit her.

  2. Nick Dude says:

    Was that her first outing from the shed?
    Did she use the handicap ramp that Alex built?

  3. Tj says:

    For some strange reason I started hearing the Green Acres song. LOL

  4. Brenda says:

    I think the Green Acres song would apply, I can just imagine Patches as Zsa Zsa.

    It was not her first outing, she has been outside for a few days now. She never did use the ramp Alex built for her – he eventually went up and hauled her down from the loft.

    “Mean” has such negative connotations! We prefer to think of her as chronically cranky 😉

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