This is our latest barn cat.
We call him Simba because he looks like a lion. He's one of four or five adult cats someone abandoned in a nearby rental. The other cats gradually disappeared -- presumably picked off by coyotes -- but Simba seems to have adopted us.
We can't bring him with us when we move (Don's allergic to indoor cats, and Darcy does everything in his power to kill him) so he'll stay with the house.
It's clear Simba used to be an indoor cat. He often sits by our front door (which drives Darcy nuts), silently asking to come in.
But we can't let him or we'll have a dead cat (and a sneezing husband). However he's becoming a fine shop cat and is an incredible mouser. An unbelievable mouser, in fact.
Don made a nice cozy box for him in the shop, complete with comfy blankie piled on top a hot pad set on low during colder weather. Simba already knows where to go during chilly temperatures.
Simba will be a credit to whomever buys the house. After all, every farm needs a good barn cat.