As soon as we knew we were moving to the country, we knew we were going to need a barn cat to keep the mice under control. Three days after we moved in, I called the humane society to ask if they had any cats available to be adopted as barn cats. They told me they had one in mind and to come over and see her. I loaded the kids up and drove 40 minutes to the humane society where we were introduced to a 2 year old female cat. The kids fell in love with her right away. The lady that was helping us informed us that she was a friendly cat that like people petting her, but she did NOT like to be picked up. We decided to adopt her and got all the paperwork filled out and paid $10 for her-all spayed and vaccinated. They put her in a box for us to take her home. Well, she didn’t care much for the box, and I don’t blame her. As soon as I started driving away, she was scratching like crazy, trying to create a hole to escape from. About 10 minutes into the drive, she had made a hole, and climbed out of the box, right onto Kylie’s lap! Kylie started screaming because she didn’t know what to do. I was driving on the freeway and couldn’t really pull over. Even if I could pull over, what could I have done? There was a hole in the box. I calmly told the kids that it was going to be ok and to try and remain calm. The cat started going from child to child, seat to seat, trying to figure out what was happening. Before I knew it, she was climbing over the back of the driver’s seat. She made her way onto my lap and then stood up on her hind legs and put her front legs on the steering wheel. I’m sure the people driving around us were laughing pretty hard as I drove down the freeway with a cat in my lap, looking like she was the one driving.
We made it home and opened the car doors and the cat ran out as fast as she could. She was so fast, that we immediately lost track of her, and I thought she was gone for good. We put a bowl of water out on the porch for her, and went inside to eat lunch, hoping that our new cat would be back soon. After lunch, we went outside and found her laying down on the porch. I was so relieved! We wanted her to stay in the barn, so we took some food and water out there, and I picked up the cat and carried her to the barn so she would know that was her home.
Everyone wanted to be the one to name the cat. The kids each had names they liked and they fought and fought over which name was the best. That evening, I thought it would be fun to give her a name that meant “Hunter” or something like that in another language. I was hoping that it would inspire her to catch a lot of mice. We decided on the name “Cazadora” which means “Huntress” in Spanish. The kids all agreed that they like that name, and it stuck. She must have liked that name too, because shortly after we brought Cazadora home, we started finding dead mice all over the homestead! Nick and I never thought we were cat people, but we love this cat, and we especially love how good she is at her job!