Category Archives: Barnie

The antics of my found-in-the-barn rescue cat, Barnie

Crow Show

I have had many chickens over the years, including several roosters. I love their showiness and protectiveness of their flock. All of them have been nice, except… this one. Shep was lovingly hand-raised, not sure where he developed such extreme bravado that he feels he needs to jump anyone who dares to come too close.

He is always strutting his stuff.


He will appear to mind his own business, but he is always lurking, waiting. He scratches and carries on with all of his busyness, showing off just how showy he is.


My cat Barnie loves to go outside, so I purchased a harness so we could go for “walks.” He comes running when he sees me grab his leash. He loves these outings! This fine sunny morning though, he had reason to pause.


A new audience! Shep got right on that. He immediately came over, ready to show Barnie (and me, for the eleventymillionth time) how important he is.


Here is a video of Shep being “busy” as Barnie approached.

It was a careful introduction. Barnie really wasn’t too interested, but Shep demanded attention.


In the end though, Barnie had one thing on his mind.

Dust bath!

This can’t be comfortable

Have you ever looked at your peacefully sleeping pet and wondered how that pose could ever be comfortable? Especially getting up and moving afterwards?

Me too.

Exhibit A: Sleeping Argos


I wouldn’t be able to walk for several hours after waking if I slept like that. Barnie agrees.


Then there was a cookie-dispersal or other kitchen attraction, and dog bed occupations shifted. Purl grabbed this dog bed, but wasn’t fast enough(!), and had to split the bed with Barnie.




Finally Purl took off for the Best Dog Bed Ever, aka the couch.

Barnie rejoiced.


Creature Comforts

In this house, like so many dog-cat households, the cats have no problem taking over the dog beds. Quincy learned this from a very young age. Sometimes though, it is the simple things. Like a piece of tissue paper.

Quincy claims that, too.

I was busy over at my art table, preserving the Ginkgo leaves I had dried and pressed over the last few days.


I looked up to see this scene. Awww… sweet little Quincy, taking a cat nap in the sun. Peaceful.


Everything sweet and cozy, that is, until Barnie entered the room.


Barnie prepares to hop on the chair, but the Quincy Stare tells Barnie to vacate.


Really, Quincy?