Here are some faces from the farm.
When we bought our angora (not pure) goats, Sara was only a day old and sat on my lap for the drive back to the farm. Her mother died soon after, and so Sara became the orphan kid who played chase and tag with my daughter. Sara will be 10 years old this October, and still greets everyone with a friendly nudge.
We have had a lot of cats here on the farm, over 10 in 10 years. It is a hard life for cats, even though it doesn’t look like it in the picture.
We have had our cats poisoned, (neighbours put poison out for rats or dogs they don’t like). We have had them disappear or killed by dogs. And we even had one die of old age. They are farm cats, live outside, keep the rats in check. Some are part wild, but most are friendly, taken in when they are left starving on our doorstep. One has a broken tail and a scratchy meow after a cold almost killed her, but she is loud and gently.