So, another round of storms is keeping us out of the field. Not sure when we are going to be able to get back out there. It is a dreary day full of flooded basements and flooded roads. I am spending my time trying to get ahead of homework and some administrative tasks that need doing for the farm. Looks like I will have plenty of time to work on them while this cold, wet weather sticks around. Since everything is dreary and cold, I thought I might tell Stu’s story because I think it will make you all smile.
Homeward Bound: Stu’s Journey
Stu came to live in our neighborhood last spring. He is a black and white male cat who likes to prowl the neighborhood. When he showed up, I tried to find his owners with no luck. I started feeding him outside and he would follow me around the garden while I worked. I spent the whole summer trying to find him a good home, but I had no takers. Stu and I had a nice summer and a little routine worked out, but once the weather turned cold, I worried about him being outdoors. I started letting him come inside to eat and nap. It worked out well for us. Stu would come around when he was hungry or cold and I would let him in to visit with us. Then, I noticed that he started spraying things in the house. I decided that Stu would need to go live at my parents farm. I thought that he would be happy there. There are lots of critters to chase and plenty of places to roam. My dad feeds the barn cats and there were plenty of warm places for him to sleep during bad weather. With the decision made, we put Stu in the pet carrier and delivered him to the farm two weeks ago. I checked on him that night when I left and he seemed perturbed, but he knew where the food was so I decided he was fine and I would check on him the next day. The next day, he was missing. We have been checking around for him for over two weeks, but no sight of him anywhere. I thought that he may have moved to the next farm over. Yesterday, I looked out the patio door and there is Stu! He was sitting there just like normal waiting for me to come and let him in. I yelled for Nathan to come and look at what I found. I opened the door and Stu sauntered in. He gave me a dirty look and a surly meow on his way to the food bowl. Somehow Stu managed to find his way back over a distance of 10 miles and end up right back where he started on our back porch. I guess now that he walked 10 miles to find his way back, he has earned his place as the neighborhood prowler. Nathan is designing him a cat house for the backyard and we are going to have to be more strict about how much time he spends inside. Of course, since he got back yesterday morning, we have been hit with terrible storms. That means, I can’t let him stay out in the storm and he is already spending way too much time in the house.