A city girl's search for heart & home in rural Nova Scotia.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Barn Cat
Nothing pierces the heart like a skittish barn cat. Look at this sweet thing with that wee face, crying in the barn because she's hungry. She's also afraid of people.
"Any closer than this," my friend said, "and she'll take off."
My friend's other cat, a black-and-white boy, greets you when you arrive. He lets you pick him up and cuddle him. He stalks your camera strap and clomps across the yard on his white polydactyl feet when this sweet thing cries for food and the people say, "Time for breakfast."
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