In The Beginning

It all started with a shed.

Old Briar Farm is a 1930s-era farm house in prime apple-growing territory, south of Hobart in the Huon Valley.  That means it has a shed: a big ramshackle structure that probably once employed whole families packing apples, and now contains one family’s collected clutter.  But if apple sheds are inevitable in the Huon Valley, what’s inevitable in apple sheds is: cats.

There have been feral barn cats in our apple shed for as long as we’ve lived here.  A couple of years ago, Liz decided it was time to do something about them, lest we never saw any native birds smaller than a wedge-tailed eagle ever again.  She began the slow process of taming the barn cats.  The goal was to give some a home with us, send others off to their own forever homes, and leave the most untameable to guard the shed from interlopers — after they’d been desexed so there wouldn’t be any more like them.

We did have the option of just trapping them or shooting them.  Some people believe that’s the most humane solution.  They are predators, after all.  We figured we could be a little kinder than that, albeit at some cost in time and catfood.

Thus was born Saint Dougal’s Home for Wayward Moggies.  If you like, you can express it like this:

Cats. The final frontier. This is the website of Saint Dougal’s Home for Wayward Moggies. Our continuing mission: to seek out local cats and kittens, to tame them, vax them, desex them and get them used to being around people, and to boldly rehome them where no cat has been rehomed before.

Cue the dramatic music!