Little Pasture on the Prairie

Barn cat politics are complicated. They are full of alliances, double-crossing, and violent overthrows. My personal introduction to all this began my first summer on the ranch when a young beauty named Roxy arrived without fanfare to our barn. She proceeded to charm our crusty old tom, Yellow Cat, raise a litter of kittens, then slip away as unobtrusively as she had appeared. The litter consisted…