For the past year, I have been waiting and hoping that a stray cat would just take up residence on our little farm. But I’ve waited in vain. No such cat has ever showed up around here.

I’ve had cats my whole life. I honestly cannot remember a time of not having at least one cat. Since we’ve been married, we’ve had many cats. At one time, we had SIX indoor cats and one stray that would occasionally come hang out on our back deck. We named that one Seven. How original, right?

But in all of my life, I’ve never once had to go shopping for a cat. Every single cat I’ve ever had the pleasure of owning found me first.

The past couple of months I have asked several friends locally, a cousin who fosters cats in another state, and called several shelters in my local area…none were able to help me find a suitable cat that could remain outdoors.

Multiple places I checked with would rehome stray cats, but not allow their new owners to keep them outdoors. Seems kind of odd to me…take a stray off the streets and keep it caged until it finds an indoor home rather than adopt it to a family that will care for it regardless of whether it is in or out. But mkay, I get it.

My sister recommended I look for local barn cat rescues, and I found one. When they finally returned my message, they did not have a suitable cat for us given our specific needs…basically, a cat that will hang around and not kill my chickens. They didn’t have a cat that could handle that.

Another friend told me about a shelter a couple of counties away that had several barn cats. So I called them, and they told me the same thing, that the barn cats they currently had available were too aggressive to trust around chickens.

That particular shelter though did tell me they had one female cat available that they thought could handle our circumstances. I was going to make plans to visit them on Friday, but the other errands I had to run that day prevented me from making it out there.

I decided to take a chance and visit my county animal shelter. There we met Sherlock and Little Boy. Both were good candidates for what we were looking for. The attendant at the shelter thought Little Boy would be a better fit for us, and the two boys I took with me that day were absolutely certain that Little Boy was the right one for us.

So the two boys and I made the decision to buy Little Boy. As it turns out, someone had already come through and paid for the adoption fees for every animal at the shelter. So it ended up costing us $0 to adopt Little Boy this weekend.

Since the kitty was not familiar with us and since our intentions are to keep the cat outdoors, the shelter recommended we set up the cat near his outdoor home but keep him confined in that space without the freedom to roam for at least 30 days. Seems harsh. But as we thought about it, we realized that the confinement we have set up for him is about triple the space he had at the shelter, plus he is somewhat outdoors and not inside.

We decided to change his name to Reuben. Meet Reuben.


He’s estimated to be about a year old and has been cared for in the past. He’s super sweet and as soon as you speak to him or pet him, the motor starts purring.

When we brought him into the yard, everyone wanted to know who was in the crate.


Reuben did not like the idea of inquisitors and showed his teeth to all of the furry friends who tried to make his acquaintance. At this point, we decided we had to heed the shelter’s advice to keep him confined.

After brainstorming at length, we decided to set him up in the extra large dog kennel in the goat barn. The goat barn will be where we eventually add a cat door, cat bed, and keep his food so that Reuben can come and go as he pleases into the barn. Our goal is that he will roam the area freely and know he can return to the barn for shelter or safety whenever he needs it. But also, we hope that he will be so inclined to keep rodents away so we can store all the animal feed outside.

So here is Reuben’s temporary set up until we feel confident he trusts us enough to stay, and possibly won’t inflict harm to anyone that he must coexist with in the yard, including the chickens. {Speaking of chickens, we have had to add and take away from our flock recently. Will share more later.}


I love how curious the goats are!

Anyways, thanks for stopping by to meet Reuben today. I sure hope he doesn’t run away as soon as we open his crate! I hope the next time I share about Reuben it’s to tell you how wonderfully he has adjusted to living on our little farm.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Dawnee says:

    Welcome Reuben!

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