The Lion King (Of The Farm)

Newcomers walking into the stable will be promptly greeted by something round, orange, and extremely fluffy. That's Fire, my barn kitten who's not so kitten-like anymore. In fact, he resembles a miniature lion. A more appropriate name would be Simba or Mufasa, but when I rescued him he was just a tiny orange ball, so how was I to know?

Fire is probably the worst barn cat in the history of barn cats. I've heard he hunts, but I've never seen him too far from the dry cat food. He hasn't figured out how to get down from the rafters yet. And more than once he's been seen playing with the ends of the horses' tails, no more than an inch away from their rock-hard back hooves. Once, as a younger kitten, he came flying around the corner and climbed up Teddy's leg like a tree trunk. Fortunately my patient horse didn't realize what was attacking him before I managed to shoo Fire away.

As much as I love my little rescue buddy and his adventures, I can't wait to get him out of the barn and into an apartment with me. I have no doubts he'd rather spend his days on a warm lap.