Born in a barn
Not so long ago, in a barn near you and I, two kittens were born during the height of the summer. This barn was a bit old and run down, with a few holes in the roof and the door, who’s hinges had slipped so that it scrapped along the concrete scattering pieces of hay across the yard. Their mother was a polite, well mannered, cat who found the phrase ‘born in a barn’ to be very offensive considering that cats do not have opposable thumbs, and therefore cannot open or close most doors. She had chosen this barn to have her kittens in because it was very warm, with large, soft hay bales, and plenty of mice to catch.