A Cat Named Sandwich

I was out at my grandparents today, and while cleaning out the barn we discovered a new set of kittens. This new catch of fluffy little critters reminded me of a cat we used to have whose name was sandwich, and yes the cat was every bit as odd as the name suggests.

Sandwich and her friends

Sandwich was black with white socks and a little bit of white on her head, she started out named Sylvester, but one day my sister jokingly called her sandwich and the name stuck. Although our cats live in the barn that is right beside the bull pen, most of them choose to travel only from the barn to the granary (to catch a mouse or two) and back without socializing with the bulls. Sandwich on the other hand loved cattle. .



Sandwich playing with some heifers



In the winter time when we would bed all the bulls down with fresh straw sandwich would run right along with the bulls to jump and play in it, then would curl up next to one of them for a nap. The only problem with this was the fact that to show how much they liked her, the bulls would lick her, which was fine when it was nice out, but when it started to freeze it was not uncommon to come to the corals to see sandwich with her hair stuck up and froze in every direction.

I think that sandwich had came to the same conclusion as the rest on my family seems to have: although being with cattle is isn’t always the most glamorous, and it sometimes results in the odd injury or too, we can’t help but love this way of life!