That would be Hendrix, the cat. Inclement weather forces him to rely on his feline prowess, instincts, and warmth in the barn. Hendrix greatly prefers to be stretched out in the sun on a lazy summer day with a huge pile of cat food within short reach. This past week, this handsome gray tabby, who now ranks as the 2nd oldest cat at the farm, protested so pitifully, yet eloquently, that he gained entrance to the house on the night temps fell to zero degrees. He'd probably gain access more frequently if he wouldn't spray and scratch on the couch and rocker - two unacceptable behaviours that signify your're out the door at The Farm!