Shepherd Farm

I had an experience this spring that was truly shocking.  I got a call from a friend asking me if we “needed” a cat.  Now, anyone who knows us knows that we do not need another cat (or horse or dog).  Of course, that question is  the lead in to a conversation that goes something like “so tell me about this cat — what is the cat’s story? what does the cat look like? does the cat have any diseases that the other cats could catch?” – – the usual questions I ask all the while trying to figure out if I “should” say no to this one when I really want to say yes – again.

Well I said yes to “Sally.”  As it turns out, Sally was found in an old chest of drawers that was donated to the Salvation Army.  She was skinny, sneezing and practically weightless.   Apparently, when the Salvation Army determined that Sally (named after Salvation Army in case you were wondering) had been donated  with the furniture, the “owners” said “yeah well we don’t want her anymore.”  So we took Sally and her sneezing self in at the Farm.  After about three weeks of a steady diet of wet food (we don’t usually “do wet food”), Sally came out of the tack room to explore the barn.  Nine months after her arrival, Sally has gained weight and fur and is second in line to the large dry cat food community bowl.  Truth be told, we still leave a small can of wet food out every night in the tack room for our little treasure.