A little about me...
Ransom moved into my barn one day and never left. He slept in the hay, which is common for cats. A few years in we had a colder than usual snow - one day I got up and he was sleeping in the kitchen. After that he came into the house whenever he wanted. I am not sure if he ever had lived with the comforts of couches.

He was never in a hurry. I never saw him run once; sometimes he just walked a bit faster. He was so confident and was friends with all of the farm animals. Unfortunately he died from cancer three years ago- and by then he was sleeping on my bed every night. Best Cat Ever!!!