Max is our barn cat. He came to us through the Wpg Humane Society Barn Buddies program.
Basically, what happens with the program is any cat that is deemed un-adoptable due to any number of issues, is given a chance to live out their life on a farm, or on a country property. The idea is to give these cats a chance at life, instead of putting them down.
Max, apparently, is not a cuddler, doesn’t care for people, and doesn’t like other cats. The shelter staff estimate his age at 3 years old. He came into the shelter on the 9th of Sept., went out on an adoption trial, came back and then I was called. Last Friday, Hubby picked him up on his way home from work.
Since then, this anti-social cat has turned into a purring, lap-sitting machine. He cries for The Kid, he sings when she enters the garage-that’s where he is, to get used to his new territory-and he rolls and purrs in her lap like crazy. Uh, where’s the cat who doesn’t like to cuddle?
Ah, but, when the geese go over, or the birds fly into the barn, this cat turns hunter! That’s what we need. He can snuggle and purr and coo to The Kid all he likes. As long as he does his job. Hunting mice and pests. I think he’ll work out just fine.