I just heard that Mama Kitty, one of the matriarchs of the shed cats, died; she also injured her tail this week.
I was a little late and did not see Parker this 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.
Parker was the first cat to move across the road. I saw her sleeping on the old hay bales one morning.
On April 7, Mama kitty had her kittens in the same hidden location where all the other kittens were.
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.