A little over a week ago, when Zip first came to the farm, it was so hot. So hot I was glad he was in the barn where it was cooler than outside.
On Friday if was as if Fall had come overnight. So I put one of the cat beds that Minnie and Flo used to sleep in, in Zips crate. At first he wouldn’t go near it. But the next morning he was snuggled down in that bed as if it was always his.
“This could do it,” I said to Jon, “that bed could be the thing that makes Zip never want to leave.” We thought of Zip spending the first year of his life trying to find a soft warm place to sleep outside. The bed must feel like a little miracle.