Our family had many wonderful Christmas gifts under our tree this year. My favorite gift, however, never seemed to make it into a wrapped box underneath the tree.
About four weeks ago, a half grown and very thin gray kitten showed up at the feed yard. I’ll never forget the day that we first saw him. It was a Sunday morning and my daughter, Megan, was reading bunks with me. As we drove down the second alleyway, I glanced up in the gate-way of Pen 17 and saw him sitting there.
It was a really funny sight to see a little gray kitten sitting amongst a group of large bovines. When I pointed to him, Megan’s eyes lit up and a huge smile filled her face. She hurried out of the vehicle, but the kitten scurried away before she could get to it.
In the weeks that followed, we had many sightings of our new friend. My cowboy started putting food out for him everyday, and it did not take too long for the little guy to start to trust us. Pretty soon, he was using his claws to climb up our coveralls and cuddle in our arms.
As he got friendlier, he also got much more helpful…Trailing behind me in the alleyways as I exercised calves—Helping my foreman to bring up cattle for processing (vaccinating)—A couple of times, he even tried to aid us in “herding” cattle onto the trucks when they were shipped to harvest.
My crew named him Cow Cat.
My daughters named him Mr. Whiskers.
Whatever name you call him, he is a love.
He is our favorite Christmas gift this year—Mr. Whiskers AKA Cow Cat has a new address.
My daughters gave him to their Grandma. I do not think that leaving the arctic temperatures of “December outdoor cat life in Nebraska” and entering the warm and comfortable house that my husband grew up in was much of a sacrifice for Cow Cat…If it was, then he must have enough of the Christmas spirit in him to be a good sport…
What was your favorite gift this Christmas?