Have a Happy Halloween!

Flashback to Halloween 2012!!

We'll always remember how 

Big Kitty 

could organize a photo shoot of the whole family.  

We miss his calm manner, friendly eyes and big fluffy cheeks.  

Autumn's her name, hunting's her game!!

A second addition to the Barn Cat Mansion family is Autumn.  Actually, she arrived shortly before Little Scruffy Peanut, but that story will have to start from the beginning.

Autumn B.B. Broomfield

is a descendant of a long line of Manx farm cats raised on the Broomfield Farm, way down in the flat lands.  You can see by her intense stare, that she's a hunter, but that too, is a story for another day.

Meet Little Scruffy Peanut!

Yes, it's been awhile. and there's a lot of water under the bridge since we last visited our blog.  It's been difficult to tell a story because the main character, who inspired the whole Barn Cat Mansion story. is no longer with us.

Big Kitty, 
AKA Bumble Bee Lion King Orangey Butt.

left to make his yearly rounds last spring and didn't come back.  Bad weather, heavy snow and bitter wind must have impeded his journey, and we're afraid he perished in the snow.  We can't replace the Big Kitty, but life goes on.  The next chapter of Barn Cat Mansion will tell the story of Little Scruffy Peanut.  That's him sitting on the stump.

It's like this...

Timbit tells us what happened:

"So like I called OT out on her vile behavior and she was like, don't tell me I'm the Queen and I was like, you're ruining our day and we like, won't get any Temptations if we, like don't find ALL of the eggs and like, give them to Barn Cat Master and she was like, I forgot about the the reward, so I'll like, behave and like apologize because I was like, so wrong to take the pink egg and the yellow chicken.  So like, Barn Cat Master, it's like all straightened out and you can like, bring the other five bags of like, Temptations and like, put them in the feed pail in the Mansion."

Tough as nails!!

Fur flew and everyone ran off......except

Timbit!!

She's not one to back down, even when the Queen is pitching a Queenish fit.

OT's outburst is ruining Easter morning.  The rules are clear:  hunt the eggs down and bring them to Barn Cat Master. 

The reward???  Temptations for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Timbit looked OT squarely in the eye and said,

"Come here!  I want to talk to you!" 

Chill out, OT!!

Sunday morning is meant for sleeping in.  Everyone knows that.  OT was kicked out of her sleeping tub waaaay too early.

Or she woke up on the wrong side of the tub!!

Whatever the problem is, she's mad!!

Whiskers found the pink egg and OT took it, along with the yellow chicken, and claimed them for her own.

Whiskers doesn't really care, and finds her behavior unladylike and certainly un-Queenish!

Everyone stay away from OT and let her have the pink egg.

Game on!!

Easter morning started like any other.  Everyone was hunting.

Oh wait!!  It's not like any other morning because Mansion cats never hunt in the morning.

Except for THIS morning!!

Yup!!

They're hunting!!:)

Court Jester!!

Tipster may be the "odd man out", but he loves life at BCM.

He's just plain L-A-Z-Y!!

As you know, a few years back, he met with the sharp knife of Dr. T and is the only "fixed" cat in the Royal Family.  In traditional royal circles, he's known as a eunuch! Around here, he's

Tipster, Friend to All, Enemy to None!

Flag is it!!

Flag was at the meeting, but left abruptly when her name came up in the conversation.

She knew what was coming!

Over the winter, we lost Homer "Chelsea" Simpson.  She had a chronic cold and the vet suggested we let her go since she perpetually infected the other cats.  Sadly, she passed away peacefully in January.  Anyway!! Someone must replace H"C"S as Attendant to Every Wish and Command of OT!!

Don't tell me the pail is empty, AGAIN?

LOBE's nose is somewhat out of joint.  He was overlooked for the position of Prince, but really, that's only natural.  Pinkerton is better qualified and at least one year older.

LOBE is now in charge of Cat Food.

When the pail runs low, he's required to set an empty bag on the Mansion floor, sit squarely in the middle of it, and meow loudly until someone understands the dilemma.