The Third Barn Kitten

J. rode the 4-wheeler down to the end of the neadow to check on the hay late this afternoon.

Neighbor Dale was outside so of course they caught up on man-talk.

A stringy striped kitten was lurking hopefully, and when J. remarked on it, Dale said that it had been "dropped off" several days ago.

I was a bit astonished to see J. drive in with a small cat in his lap.  The catlet was cool as a cucmber, as if he rode noisey motorized steeds every day.

We agreed that we don't need another cat. We didn't even have to discuss that it will be staying and we'll be feeding and caring for him.

His name, by the way, seems to be "Willis."

He is only slightly larger than Sadie and Sally and there is a strong resemblance in the pointy face and big ears.

Either he is from the same litter or there is a roving Tom with very distinctive genes.

There are two cleanly healed small wounds on his head, almost as though he had been pecked by a chicken sort of creature.

He has been fed, watered, petted and accomodated for the night in a cage which matches that of the girl kittens.

I hope we don't have to brace ourselves for an onslaught of abandoned or straying cats.

Enough!

This is not meant to be a blog of cat tales--normal subject matter may resume.

We Are Doing Well, Thank You!

We have learned to greet the humans when they walk up to the barn. The Mom-lady brings us treat food and then we sit on her lap.

We like when she wears her bib overalls as there are lots of loops and pockets we can hang onto.

Sally being a lap kitten.  Very difficult to keep a kitten on my lap and lean back far enough to focus the camera.

Sadie, making up to J.  I think she likes the scent of horse on his hands.

Pebbles comes thundering up to the barn whenever we visit the kittens.

She may be a tiny bit jealous.  She makes her feelings known by stomping and snorting just outside the barn door.

Note that the tummies are rounding out.

Sadie plays hide and seek.

The kittens fur is much softer after just 4 days of proper food.

Sadie and Sally [and their human keepers] thank you all for the interest shown by your encouraging and admiring comments.

Barn Kittens, Day 2

Sadie

Sadie is the extrovert, a "talker."

"I'm listening!"

I took the kittens their morning essentials of strained chicken--a heaping teaspoon each-- and fresh water, replenished kibble, let them out of the cage.  I then  fed Pebbles who began the usual loud announcements about starving and neglected horses as soon as I slid open the dining room door.

Livestock attended, house cats polishing their bowls, I made my coffee.

When I went back to the hay barn an hour later, the kittens were playing on top of a stack of bales, but rushed to the edge to greet me.  Sally over-balanced, landed on the 4-wheeler seat and tumbled to the barn floor.

I had to assure her that "I didn't do it," before she was ready to be friends again.

Sally, making conversation.

What you don't see here is Sally's tiny claws kneading through my jeans.

Can you see why I brought them home?

Those pointy faces and big ears suggest Siamese genes in the lineage.

[Sally on the left, Sadie on the right.]

Rough and tumble play is tiring when you're a mere kitten.

"If you would stand right there I could pounce on your head!"

"I think I love you."

Sally watches through sleepy slitted eyes.

"Are you really leaving?"

I wonder how many days before they follow me down the path from barn to house?