Farmer-ess. That’s like being a goddess but a lot healthier. And maybe a little sleep-deprived. I start my days at 5:00 AM because the house cats begin suggesting it’s time to eat around 4. I’d leave out a feeder but my gray tortiseshell Fat Girl (ah, you get the drift now) feels any morsel that doesn’t run from her should make its way into her stomach. It’s a strange thing. She wasn’t fat until she was spayed at 6 months of age. She and her sister Shy Girl were spayed on the same day. Fat Girl (formerly Funny Face because of her facial markings) came home and within 4 weeks was way overweight. Putting her on a diet hasn’t worked. She can and does eat dog food (both raw and dry), chicken food, cow manure and any insect or other creature that doesn’t run too fast.