If I haven't mentioned it before, Squeeze is a major sucker for cats. He loves 'em. His heart is tender for them. He doesn't get irritated when they harrass him for food (ahem - I do, bigtime).
He builds cat-houses for them so they won't be cold in the winter.
ookie-ookie-oooo
This particular cat-house is in a window-well right above the wood-burning stove in our basement. He water-proofed, insulated it, and changes the bedding every year. And our outside cat, "Keumers" or "Outside Bay" gladly takes up residence every winter. It gets downright balmy in there despite the frigid temps.
Shoot, even our inside cats - Bay, Toots, and Kizzle - nap in there from time to time in the summer months (they're too weak to even go outside in the winter, wusses). And our hens like to use it as a far-away nesting box (we have to check it every night for eggs).
So take a look at that picture a little closer. Sure, you see Keumers, but do you see the hen? It is Buff Orpington pullet, just starting to lay, who had snuggled up right behind the sleeping puss.
One of Squeeze's co-workers told him of cats and hens snuggled down together in his coop, but we had a hard time picturing it at that point. I mean, wouldn't a cat KILL a hen and eat it if it got the chance? (Our cats only play at attacking them.)
But sure enough, it happened to us. In a cat-house. Meow!
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