I was jus chillen in the hatch of my Outback, playing bass before band practice, when Barn Cat hopped in with me for some pettin’ and lovin’.
I don’t know its real name, but it’s always hanging around the barn where we practice. One day it attacked and killed a bird right in front of me and then looked me straight in the eyes as if to say “You see that? I’m a badass motherfucker.” Yes you are, Barn Cat. Yes you are.
A rare Wednesday night band practice. We practice in a converted barn. It’s 9º outside. I think it was about 30º inside. Maybe 50º. I don’t know, whatever… it was cold.