Nathan was at the farm late last night. As he pulled up to the barn, Salty came flying out the door headed straight for the cover of the shin oak.
We are both completely thrilled to lay eyes on her.
To celebrate: a recent montage of Salty as she was before adapting to our resident barn cat.
Surveying her domain.
Innocence on the couch.
Too sexy for the rug.
"Salty get off the table!"
That's better.
Sun coma.
Sun coma.
Afternoon grooming.
The only thing missing is the tuna eating, loud meowing and raffia-playing. We can only imagine what Salty will think when she meets Cotton for the first time.
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