Thursday, January 8, 2009
Billy the cat
This is our cat Billy, Billy Holiday. She started hanging around our house about two years ago but she was very skittish. Eventually I won her trust with a little bologna and the rest, as they say, is history. She is at our door every morning and every evening, meowing and meowing and meowing for her meal. She eats and hangs out here but she puts her paws up for the night down the road, at the nearest house. We're pretty sure she sleeps in one of the farm's out buildings. In the summer, Billy likes to lay in the yard near my swing. In the winter, she loves to come inside and snuggle up with Joel. She loves him. She tolerates me. She's nipped at me a few times. Apparently she's never heard "dont bite the hand that feeds you". I love her anyway.