This is JohnnyCashCat early yesterday morning.
He's looking a bit pissed off because I had locked him in the feed room overnight.
Now that the weather is warm, JCC doesn't spend much time in the feed room,
and the mice in there are becoming a problem.
Witness the nest they built inside my sharps container.
I hope they all poked themselves.
Anyway, JCC accompanied me into the pasture in search of the herd.
He typically doesn't venture far from the house and barn, but he will if I'm around.
JCC: Mom, I thought we had a deal. I kill the mice and you protect me from
Me: But you're not holding up your end of the bargain.
George directed the feral beast back to the barn and he complied...
though not altogether willingly.