Jefferson showed up on the farm one spring day and applied for position of farm cat.  We were not taking applications.  He stayed anyway and made himself useful as a mouser and friend to our aging labrador.  “He looks great reclining on the porch furniture” observed our artist friend C.   He is sweet and tolerant.  Two young friends call him Jeff and he doesn’t mind that at all.  Nor being cradled like a baby or draped over a small shoulder.   Jefferson can disappear for hours unless you know his favorite napping places.  We do.