What’s Better Than Being a “Barn Cat?” Dijon & Rosy

My name is Dijon, where and when this label became mine is purely the result of rumor Dijon and faded memory. I have enjoyed living in my Walpole country home for close to sixteen years, give or take a couple, one way or another. Age becomes a number rather than a lifetime when you are able to enjoy nine. I have totally enjoyed sharing my surroundings with most of my Agway companions. Over the years humans have come and gone. I have observed them arrive in the early morning hours and leave as the sun gently sets. The evening hours into the light of early dawn is when I am able to patrol my territory and secure peace and order to my surroundings. For the most part my home has been a Purr-fect place to live. There have been times, however, that would test any feline’s patience. The presence of uninvited canines into my territory can sometimes be quite unnerving. When they become a little too friendly I feel it is my duty to let them know that I am the boss and that their presence is only allowed because of my love for my humans. Life is good. My home is my castle and now I think it is time for a little nap.

Hello My name Rosy is Rosy. I live in Keene, New Hampshire. My home is full of animal and plant supplies. The sign outside says Agway but to me this is my cozy abode. I have been here much longer than most of my fellow residents. My name implies my beauty but beware, even a lovely rose can have a thorn or two. Napping is my most exhausting activity. I call it my feline Beauty Sleep. It seems to work for me. My soft,long, black and white fur is proof that a rose needs perpetual care. I enjoy watching shoppers come and go and have been happy to share the seasonal changes of my surroundings. Today my task will be to move my napping spot to a warm spot in the Autumn sun. There are so many spots to chose from it might take a few minutes and then I can settle down to be snug and warm. Good day, good night, it’s time to ZZZZZZ.