On April 26th, I was a little late and did not see Parker that morning. Mama came up along the road and walked back to the gate with me. Rico wanted some water. I took ticks off of Rico's ear and Truffles's whiskers.
Thursday morning (19): Parker and Dark Lady by the hay bales; Mama, Axel, and Inky close to the old house. Still no Juan, Pretty Grey Cat, Blackie (with kittens), or Butler, hélas.
The morning of 8 March, I went out to the shed early, and Butler spent a good deal of time on my lap.
Parker was the first cat to move across the road. I saw her sleeping on the old hay bales one morning.
Once the kittens came, the yearling cats were less interested in eating in the shed; some, such as Parker, refused.
On March 8, I got up earlier than usual to feed the cats their breakfast.
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.