Jones

"Indiana Jones", "Mr. Jones", "Indi", "Jonesy", and just plain old "Jones". This handsome fella, who just one day showed up on our ranch, has integrated himself thoroughly into our lives. He likes everyone and everyone likes him. He's patient, tolerant and affectionate. He lets our big puppy chew on his ears and tail and he doesn't mind being picked up and carried all over the place. Or taken for rides in the wagon. He's a mouse catcher, lizard snatcher (we rescue them if we can), lap warmer, leg cuddler, and buddy to my 3 kids. Wherever we go around the ranch, he's running beside trying to keep up. The horse and llamas like his relaxed and friendly demeanor and all the critters seem to like having him up in the barn, too.

Yep. He's in our lives for as long as he wants. He always has the freedom to go back to wherever he came or to move on to wherever he wants to go. He's an outdoor cat. Though he'd be indoors if it was up to him. But we already have two indoor kitties, one, my handsome Oreo, who is quite the territorial male and I won't ask him to share his home again. It was hard enough when we brought home our little female kitty last summer. The two of them have finally worked out the living arrangements but are far from friends.

If Jones did come inside to live, I'd see him being beat up by my Oreo. Jones just wants to be friends with everyone. I don't think he has a mean bone in his body. So, Mr. Jones will be an outside cat and we just pray that he remains savvy enough to avoid any stray dog, coyote, owl and eagle attacks. We'd miss him terribly if he wasn't around.