I have a few helpers.
This is Sherbert. She’s our local killer. Right now she’s watching the chickens, but usually she’s killing mice.
This is skipper. She’s the matriarch of the feline pack. She runs the younger two with an iron paw and is swift to pass judgement. She’s also known to attack if you’ve been petting her for too long. It’s very eerie waking up with her near your head as you don’t know if moving too fast will warrant a scratch mark.
Lastly, we have our old girl, Maya. She doesn’t play well with other dogs, but is a great shop companion. She’s also my shadow. Anywhere I go, she’s following. She loves the fact that the shop has two doors that open up to the backyard so she can mosey in and out. She has a bed out in the shop that she uses when we’re out there. She’s getting close to 13yo now.
Here’s “the twins” hanging out on the back porch waiting to be let in after a night out on the town. Stomper isn’t much for the outdoors, but he doesn’t like his sister going out alone. He’ll cry at the back door to go out… run out about 15 feet and then just sit down. 2 minutes later he’ll be crying at the back door to come back in. I guess these two are about 1.5 years old now.