Farm Cat Friday - Who Wins - Harry or the Chicken?

Harry the Farm cat loves to hunt for mice.
The problem is, he has competition.
FROM THE CHICKENS!


It is true.
The chickens hunt for mice too.
Just watch...


Harry was out stalking his prey.

He was chasing it down.

The mouse thought it was going to escape but....

...a fierce paw appeared!

But Harry the Farm cat was not quick enough this time and the mouse ran towards the barn!

So Harry sprinted after the mouse not knowing that he was being followed.
FOLLOWED?!

Yes, followed!
By a chicken.
A hungry chicken!


You will recall that the chickens have been know to encircle Harry the Farm cat.
But there was only one this time and it had its mind on a mouse dinner not a cat dinner.

It ran like the wind after Harry after the mouse.

They chased the mouse into the hay pile.
MY hay pile.
I do NOT want mice in my hay pile
Harry is supposed to keep them out of there.
Harumph!

Who would find it first?

NEITHER ONE! IT ESCAPED.
Off ran Harry!

He was one determined Farm cat!
Not to mention one FAST Farm cat!

He ran and he ran and he ran and then he stopped!
Did he catch the mouse?


The next time the publicist saw him he was dashing across the field....

....mouse in mouth!
Good job Harry, good job!
One less mouse in the barn!

Farm Cat Friday: ON ALERT!

As you all know Harry the Farm cat is getting very independent.
He told the publicist to, "talk to the paw."
Ooooh, this was not wise.
Not wise AT ALL.

We left him on the top of the goat pens in the barn.
The publicist asked him what he thought he was doing up there...

He just cat snickered.
Then he started to walk all along the top.

He walked

He skulked.
The least he could have done is clean out the spiderwebs!

But then...
He heard something!
Was it a MOUSE?

Harry settled down to watch.

The publicist said he had better get down, she was leaving.
He got more comfortable.

The publicist said, OK
and she left.
Harry was perched at the top of the goat pens.
Staring intently.


She went back to the barn hours and hours and hours later to put us goats away and there was Harry. Only he wasn't up top. Oh no! Harry had jumped down and HE WAS STUCK IN MY GOAT PEN! He couldn't find his way out. Good thing there was water in there.


The publicist said, "told you so."
And that was that.
Harry has not been seen in the barn since.