"Humble" barn cat!

Here's to "Smokey T. Cat" 

(the T is for "the"!)
May you rest in peace or whatever cats do when they leave us!

To the companion who waited every morning on the front railing until I came out to do chores… 

And when it got extra cold outside, he listened for the bell on the front entry to ring as the signal for him to come running from the hay barn to spend the night inside with us humans.

He even took over writing my blog one time.

Here it is:

From Smokey T. Cat:  Humble barn cat that I am - although I’ve never seen a cat that thought himself “humble”!

My purpose in life may simply be to enjoy what I have - and also drive my human a little nuts.

Tricks...

One of my tricks occurs when I see it’s dinner time.
Here’s how it goes: 
I nestle in the hay in the barn.  
I watch from my perch as the horses get fed. 
When that’s finished I know my owner is heading back to the house where my food is kept under the deck.
And I am off and running.

My route goes from the barn, across the yard, behind the bushes, leaping onto the steps, then under the windows, jump to the top of the dog house, and then fly to the picnic table stored under the deck and hop over to the wood pile where my dish is kept.
No trick here yet.

Here's my challenge...

The trick is that the feed bin is between the dog house and the picnic table.
The trick is that the I am usually in hiding. And my owner has no idea when I will pounce! 

And she, poor dear, does not know if I will miss her in my flying leap or WHAP! she’s been hit by a flying fur ball!

By then you’ll see me sitting innocently by my dish waiting to eat!

Life is good.

(I miss you my little "flying fur ball".)

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