I May Have Created a Frankenstein

It seemed like a good idea to tame the barn kitties. Tamer kitties would be easier to handle, that would be a good thing, right?

To this end, I bought some little cat cookies and we began to give little treats on the backporch. This was working quite well.

That is…until the cats became addicted to the cookies.

Now, it is virtually impossible to walk out the backdoor without cats all over the place looking for a handout. The dogs try to get in on the act, but that’s another story…

This reached a climax of sorts yesterday. When I walked in the backdoor, the Boss was hurrying into the laundryroom with a concerned look on his face. He had been working in the office and heard an odd noise. When he looked up, Squeekie was wandering around IN THE HOUSE. An attempt to put her out only led to her hiding under our bed.
We spent the next 10 minutes trying to coax her, prod her, and poke her out from under the bed. When we finally succeeded in getting her back outside, we figured that the days of overly anxious cats on the back porch would be over since she had probably been traumatized.

Not so fast!

At 5 o’clock this morning, when I went to check the sheep…

Here is what I saw as I opened the backdoor….


ACK!

We are under siege by hungry cats addicted to cat cookies!