Our first cat was a wild orange stray we named Mr. Curly. It took a while to get him to accept food and kindness from the Humans. He cleaned up all of the birds in the feed room, chased the snakes away, ate the mice and rats and finally developed a taste for chickens so he had to be re-homed. The next cats from our friends at Utopia farm were 3 little Siamese Kittens who we called Mr. Curly the 2nd, Mrs. Curly and the big guy is Horse. Suddenly there was an emergency and we ended up with Rita, Paddy and Malala so now we have 6 fussy cats who refuse to eat our home made pet-food and prefer top of the range canned tuna.
