So the farmhouse comes with a barn, and you know what comes with the barn? A cat! Each time we visited this house, Adelaide was completely enamoured with the cat who lived in the barn. She was much more excited to find out that the cat was staying than she was about the new bedroom and all that boring house stuff. This barn cat is a 14-year old tiny sweetpea, friendly gal. And her name? Well, they called her Fiddle. Fiddle and Banjo? My goodness, it was meant to be.
Along with Fiddle, there's another new little one in the family. She arrived on Adelaide's birthday from her big brothers. Adelaide is smitten, and has named her Piper. Piper follows Adelaide around the house, except for when she's following me and stepping in paint, scattering tiny kitten prints all over the new floors. Ahem.
Thankfully, both of these ladies seem to be quite fond of our friend Banjo, who is adjusting to his new surroundings quite well. He's the biggest, most lovey of a cat we know and still has a spot in Adelaide's heart just as big as he. (He's, um, huge.)
Certainly, everyone enjoys this feline trio. But no one quite like Miss Adelaide, who insists that it be her in charge of feeding, loving up, and trying to create peace and harmony between three very different cats. A tall task, indeed. But I have no doubt that she'll have them all in harmony and cooperating with her in no time at all.
(And would you look at her bedroom? Progress, I tell you! Progress is being made!)
