|This is pumpkin|
For reasons I've never been clear on, black cats get the short end of the stick in the shelter. People just don't pick them. Even black kittens are a hard sell, and so when I have an opening for a barn cat I actually select the black cats first, which is how I got this handsome fellow, Pumpkin. (who I also called orange, because he had an orange collar when I first got him)
This cat is quite the character. He's pretty clearly the smartest of the bunch, and he's working on how to figure out door knobs right now. I'm watching him walk up to a door, stand on his hind legs and try to turn the knob. His paws don't really work very well for that, and he's been trying for a few days know, and if I had levers on my doors I'm sure he'd be opening them at his whim.
this cat is big on doors. He loves to go into the bathroom vanity, i've been woken on several nights to the banging of the doors in the bathroom. I'll flip on the light and he'll be sitting there. "I'm not doing anything"... right, pumpkin.
He's a lot friendlier than some of the cats, but they do have their place. On my farm the cats patrol the crawl space under the house, and the area around the chicken run and the front yard. They are also very good at getting into the cracks and crevices in the tool storage sheds and keep those vermin-free. They're the terror of the local shrew community, and the local crows and ravens hate them, too.
After a couple of close brushes with a big owl they tend to stay under something when they're out, but I fear that I'll lose one to a hawk or eagle one of these days.
To keep the local birds from getting decimated I do put bells on the collars; it doesn't seem to affect their rodent catches, but the birds know what that jingle means.