This morning, Mama cat, the long-haired black cat and one of the two matriarchs of the shed cats, caught a mole (or maybe a vole). She decided to share. Her son Truffles was the first to take it. He took it and played with it, but it was Smudge who started eating it. Smudge is one of the other mother cats. Surprisingly, Smudge growled at the cats who wanted to share. Finally, Smudge let her daughter Parker finish it. When I went out in the evening to bring them their dinner, Parker was not as interested as the rest.
Out in the shed, there are currently four adult cats and four kittens (plus a visiting tom). When I went out to feed them this morning, one of the kittens (Parker) was up on a shelf at about eye-level. I sometimes feed the cats there, but usually feed them on the ground. When I bent over to pour their food in the bowls, Parker jumped down onto my back and then onto the ground to get the food.
Last night before bed, Kitty was staring at the heating grate as if he heard someone or something behind it.
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