This week’s Critter Spotlight goes to our oldest homestead kitty, Nate. At the time we got him, we were not thinking about his role in our family, but he quickly proved his role as a mighty mouser! What can I say, when you live in a house that is over 100 years old, you occasionally get a mouse or two during the colder months.
Now Nate wasn’t always know as Nate. When we first got him, we were told he was a she and since she was born in July, we decided to call her Julie. Well our first trip to the vet gave us the heads up that Julie had family jewels and a new name was needed. Now, never ask a 3 year old what he wasn’t to name his cat because Nate was then know as 9-G. See, I told you, never let a 3 year old name a cat. Luckily over time, some how 9-G morphed in to 9-G Nate Nate, and then just plain old Nate.
|October 22. 2009|
We have many kinds of critters here at our homestead and amazingly, even though they form one heck of a food chain, they all get along. Why do we have so many critters? Well the oldest country kid has Aspberger’s and he just connects with animals better then other kids, so what is a critter loving mama to do? I mean in the long run, what’s one more mouth?
|Cats, rats, and a country kid|
I do find it odd sometimes how Nate will take out a mouse in a heart beat, but is as gentle as a lamb with baby chicks. He is ever curious, and I am sure instinct would kick in if he wasn’t supervised, but then again we once had a quail chick loose in the house for a day and Nate never hurt it. He is a very odd cat….. It’s like he knows who is off the menu.
|Hello little ones|
And it isn’t just other critters that Nate gets along with. He loves baby animals and humans. From the day we brought the littlest country kid home from the hospital, Nate took it upon himself to play the role of nap nanny. Every time you would lay the littlest country kid down, Nate was right there curled up by his side.
|“Ssshhhhh, don’t wake the baby.”|
Most days, Nate disappears somewhere in the house and just sleeps. He is hitting middle age, and well cats sleep, a lot. But once dusk falls, our mighty mouser is on the prowl. He isn’t much for cuddles, in fact he is kind of a scaredy cat! But if he wants something, like his food bowl filled, he isn’t afraid to speak up. He is a likable guy, who just prefers to hang on his own, unless you are asleep, then he will cuddle right up to you.
|Computer powered puddy tat|
Cats are such odd critters in my opinion. They live with us, eat the food we offer, do their own thing, but bless us with companionship, on their own terms. I appreciate Nate’s mousing abilities, but I really wish he would learn to toss them in the trash or at least not leave the bodies where I will step on them in the middle of the night. It doesn’t happen often but it has happened more then once. I know, I know, they are a gift. “Hey mom, look what I did!!!” But really, no one want that kind of gift on their way to the bathroom in the middle of the night!