The Barn Cats

I love barn cats & I especially love my own barn cats. I don't know how but we have some of the prettiest mongrel kitties I have ever seen. With the weather being so nice I took the bulldog puppies outside and just couldn't help myself, I had to snap a few shots of our gorgeous cats.

Tass named after Tasselhoff Burrfoot

Stella, came to the barn after her owners dropped her off because she couldn't be litter trained. She definitely has a mind of her own and often is hanging by her nails from my kitchen window, asking me "What's for dinner?"

I don't think this cat has a name yet, she has a twin brother that has a bit more orange on his face. Their mother is a fareal cat that comes around now and then that the girls call Ginger.

Another no named baby that I have no idea where he came from but he comes around because we put food out for the cats.

Stella's girl

A sister to the white cat above

Happy Belated Valentines

I ment to post this on Valentines but I got busy and missed it by a few days. I'm such a rat, however so is Fuzzy the star model in this photo. So happy belated Valentines day from Fuzzy and me.

  I got Fuzzy when he was just a few weeks old in a bin of gobs of rats destened as snake food. How a cinnamon Dumbo ever made it into a snake food rat bin I will never know but there he was, and I made the pet store owner fish him out. It was quite the ordeal, as there were so many rats pilled in there and he did not want to be the one caught, but then who could blame him.

 He was very shy at first but had a greedy hunger for sunflower seeds and in no time at all he was climbing into my hand to get his favorite food. It was just a short week later that we photographed this.

 Those of you that have rats know how busy they are when active, espcially in a new place, lots to smell and check out. I had trained Fuzzy by placing a seed where I wanted him to go and "take his mark" then to stay there until my shot was done. The 1st attempt Fuzzy came in past the front of the letters and took his mark. Just as he was trained, but it was his tail end that was to the camera, and lets face it many non rat lovers are a little creeped out by that end. The sconed attempt I used my hand to block his way forcing him to come in behind the letters, and here is our shot.

 So this is the actuall shot, the only photoshop being the texture and reflection.