Charles, as we affectionately refer to our neighbors' to the north feline friend, Flint, walked out of the woods one day last winter looking like a he had just hiked 100 miles through rain, mud and all manner of ground cover. He promptly set up shop in our barn (and in our hearts) and is now gainfully employed as a part-time ratter. Though he came to us looking a bit less than healthyhence the punny nicknameit turns out he is quite the handsome and active boy. And he is undeniably cool.

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