Cats of the other barn: a comparison to Creekside

So, in a previous post a showed dozens of photos I've taken from the many many cats that live at the first farm I work at, Creekside Equicenter. In comparison, the 2nd barn i work at is much...less populated.

Bugsy, one of the few affectionate cats of the bar. I don't actually know her given name by my employer, so I named her Bugsy based on the fact that her eyes seem way to big for her head

Bugsy, and all cats for that matter, can turn any surface into a sleeping surface

Buttons is another friendly cat. A wanderer, I can never just look for him and find him, he tends to come and go as he pleases. 

Buttons is odd in his approach to people. He's very friendly, but to pet him you can't approach him. Rather, you have to let him come to you, and the best way is to crouch down and call him. He comes every time.

like the cats at my other barn, they all seem to like me, most likely due to my winning personality. In this shot Buttons and Optimus are greeting me before i reach the barn

Scruffily is one of the largest, bushiest cats i have ever met. He's truly a very large cat, though not large as in fat. His fur is extremely soft too and like any cat, loves a good neck scratch.

Scruffily is friendly, but outside of his own area he'd rather not approach or let people approach him. His safe spot is in the hay loft, where i can approach him without concern that he'll run. In this shot, i was sweeping the pavement and happened to notice the big cat. He stared at me for a bit, and when i crouched down and called him he continued to stare.

A sign that Scruffily wasn't afraid of me is the fact he started doing what i refer to as the 'cutesy' act, where a cat will lay down and roll over, purr, rub themself into the ground, etc. Scruffily paced back me a few times, and then plopped down to start rubbing and rolling in the dirt, purring loud enough for me to hear him quite easily.  After a few moments of doing this, he got up and dashed off.

I got this particular shot after commiting an act to which Buttons had no reason but to hate me with all that he is. As a cat that wanders around a lot, especially in forested area, it's easy for him to pick of ticks. After scratching his neck and feeling several bumps on his skin, i realized he had several ticks, and so went about removing them. He started to get antsy, and when i attempted to pin him still so i could remove what i could, he let out a yowl and ran for his life. Which can only explain the look of ire on his face. 

barn cats tend to be fantastic hunters/stalkers. Buttons tends to prove that more than others.

Optimus is by far the most social and friendly of the cats i interact with at the barn. He follows me around, begs me for attention, and at one point even found him sitting in the driver's seat of my car as i was about to leave for home (it should be noted i had my windows open, which is how he got in my car). A black cat that's good luck, ironic in the month of October!

Flapjack, almost identical in looks to Bugsy, except that Jack is a guy, and a little more filled-out. He tends to come and go as he pleases, and i only tend to notice him when he's walking by, but he's friendly like the others.

Buttons is very wary, and like all cats is interested in being in a spot where he can watch and not be spotted, although in this case I was able to find him rather quickly, though not until i was several feet away. Apparently black-and-white camoflouge works well against pine needles

The most wary and mysterious cat in the barn, a female that I've named 'Patch', due to the large white spot of fur on her chest. Due to the dimness of the loft, this was one of the better shots i got of her. She did approach, but not until i was focused on petting Scruffily at the time. 

Scruffily and Patch looking down at me from the loft. No doubt wondering why i bothered to stop petting them, because what can't doesn't love to be fawned over?