Meet Curious Cat - continued

My cats are barn cats, very independent and usually appear for food, stand back until I feed them and then dig in. In no time, they disappear again. Curious Cat is different from the rest of the pack. My first sight of her last spring was when I headed for the chicken room in the loft. I reached the top of the stairs and saw the long haired, gray mother cat stretched out on the floor letting five kittens nurse. One a long haired gray like Mama, two black and whites, a dark gray and a long haired black kitten. I exclaimed to the alert mama that they were a pretty bunch. The sound of my voice sent the kittens racing to wedge themselves in a space behind two hay bales. All but one that is. One of the black and white kittens came toward me. I'm guessing they were two weeks old since they had lost the wobbly gait of newborns. I picked the kitten up and patted her, wondering why she was so friendly, and she began to purr. It's not usual to find a kitten that small that will take up with people. Usually, they hiss, spat and growl to keep people way from them. It occurred to me this kitten should be doing just that. She needed to be cautious if she was to make it to a adult cat. I took her to the spot I saw the others head and sat her down with them, hoping the hissing and spatting her siblings aimed at me taught the kitten what to do. A couple weeks later, the kittens were out of the loft and exploring the barn. Dangers were many in the barn such as wild animals after the cat food and stray tom cats. I spoke to the kittens. They scattered for cover all except the black and white kitten. She came to me. As I patted her, I heard a ruckus at the foot of the loft stairs. A grumpy, sitting hen came from the loft after some food and water. The long haired black kitten ran over her feet in his haste to hide. She mistook him for a rat and before I got to them the kitten was a goner. Lesson number one for the other four kittens. Grumpy sitting hens have the right to be irritable. They lay eggs for three weeks and spend three more weeks sitting on their eggs in a dark hiding place, only coming out for something to eat and drink. The next phase of the kittens lives I enjoyed watching. They spent hours tumbling over each other and batting at grass or a feather. Finally, the time came for the kittens to be taught how to hunt. Long haired Mama cat took the mirror image of her and headed to the machine shed to have him spend three weeks in training. She taught the kitten how to tight rope on the rafters to catch roosting sparrows and to sneak up on mice skittering on the dirt floor in the dark. She might not have been so selective, but he was the only one who seemed interested in learning. The dark gray and the black and white male didn't think they needed help. The friendly kitten preferred to hang out with me in the barn which wasn't teaching her how to be a cat. Finally, Sideways cat convinced the kitten to hunt with her. I didn't mind as long as they stuck to the hay field or the garden, but I worried about the kitten when I saw Sideways cat streak across the road without looking either way, down in the ditch and up the other side with the kitten behind her. They disappeared into the cornfield. I feared Sideways cat might get lost or lose the kitten. There was a reason I felt that way. She has a few loose screws from what happened three years ago. Sideways cat darted across the road and was struck by a vehicle. I didn't see it happen but know that must have been the cause of her infirmity. For a long time she was stiff and sore enough she rarely moved. I carried her food and water. When she could walk, the cat walked sideways. Her head went right and her backend listed to the left. I wanted to pass her many a time and was never sure which side to go around. Her peculiar gait finally got better, but her head cocks over to the side, and she twists her neck to look up at me. I shouldn't have worried. She took good care of the kitten, and soon the hunting lessons ended. One day while I made up the next morning's feed, the kitten showed me how much she'd learned from Sideways by batting at loose hay, smelling for mice and inspecting the corn sack. At that moment, I was hoping she didn't come up with a mouse. I've had experience with many of the fast, furry rodents jumping up to run away as I screamed and went the opposite direction. The kitten went back to following me while I d0 chores. She jumps up on the cat food container and rides with the lid over to the top of a lambing pen. As soon as I feed the cats, she rides back to the container and jumps down to gobble a few bites before she catches up to me to watch me feed the goats. She follows me upstairs and waits for me outside the chicken room. She has adopted me so I decided it was time to name her. I pondered how she stretches her neck out as she watches my every move closely. It's almost like she is job shadowing, but since she can't carry a bucket or hay bale I decided she must be just curious about what I do. So her name is Curious cat. Actually that name wasn't my first choice. Nosy cat came to mind, but I didn't stick with it. I was afraid I'd hurt her feelings.