By Polly Oberosler With shovel on his shoulder, my husband Dave slogged out into the hay meadow in hip boots to do some water irrigation. His dog was somewhere around and soon he heard her splashing behind him before suddenly zooming ahead of him. To his amazement it wasn’t the dog at all, but his young barn cat leaping from one high spot to another and landing with a splash. “I’ll be go to hell,” was all he could think. He knew the cat was becoming attached to him and him to it, but water and cats just don’t go ...
