Fluffy, the Barn Goat Cat

We inherited our barn cat Fluffy from a friend whose son brought home two cats. I bet some of you can relate to pets being brought back home, eh?

The two felines, Blackie and Fluffy had trouble sharing their house space and there was a lot of spraying going on so out they came to the End of the Rainbow Valley as we had a rodent problem in the barn. But Blackie would hide so well that we wouldn’t see her for days and her owner decided to take her back since she was diabetic and concerned how she’d fare in the winter.



Fluffy on the other hand was ‘installed’ immediately. It was like she thrived in her new home. You see the funny thing is that she thinks that she’s a goat.

From day one Fluffy made herself in charge, sleeping with the goats at night, eating when they eat, taking them for walks and out to pasture. Fluff as she’s called for short was recently quite shocked to be shunned by the Mother goats when the last two kids arrived. Now every thing’s status quo and Fluffy is back to being the great goat herd leader that she is. It’s hysterical as she directs the goats around, grabs some rays with them and refuses to miss out on anything that is considered goat activity right here in the End of the Rainbow Valley…