As a little girl I adored kittens and cats. I could sit for hours on our front porch steps with a kitten curled up in my lap purring or taking a nap.
Somewhere along the line that has all changed. When I try to think when that happened I think it must have started shortly after we got married and I was advised to not touch cats while I was pregnant with Sailor. That wasn't too much of a problem since all we had was one very old and very lazy tom cat. When he died we were cat free for a little while but the news that we had a barn with no cats on patrol seemed to spread fast among the rodent population. So we told one of our friends we were looking for some good cats.
He said he knew of someone that wanted to get rid of their cats because they're afraid of them. The thought that someone could be afraid of a cat was a little amusing to us but we hoped they would be able to instill a healthy fear of living in our barn to all unwanted rodents and we said we'd take them.
A few days later they arrived. Five of them. We had never seen any animal and certainly not a simple cat have such an evil look in their eyes. It really was enough to strike fear in your heart when you looked them in the eye. LV introduced them to our hay mow and they got right to work. They soon learned that they would get fed when ever we milked the cows and while we were milking we could expect cats fighting and yowling. Even our big Collie was terrified of them and they chased him away when ever he dared come too close.
Then one evening as I was getting ready to wash the milking equipment I was not happy to see one of the cats jump up on top of the bulk tank and try to lick up any spilled milk. Cats had no business in the milk house so with out stopping to think I turned the water hose on her just as the door blew shut.
The cat exploded in rage but when I quit spraying her she tried to attack me. I turned the water on again as that was the only thing that kept her from getting me. Somehow I managed to open the door and she fled.
The rodent population got wiped out. The evil cats ruled the farm and I for one was happy to leave them to the new owners when we sold the farm and moved.
We have a cat in our life again after someone dropped one off. The children love it. It is a sane normal cat but somehow I'm still happiest when it doesn't get near me.