I don't know if you've met Callie, my oldest cat. She lives outside, in one shed or another, just wherever she prefers on any given day. She's very affectionate, as long as she's not in my arms, then she squirms until I put her down. These are her kittens from early fall;
just take your pick of which color you like best. It's been several years since we've had a yellow cat, so I was thrilled, although I knew I'd never get to keep one. They were born in between some big, extra chicken house fans and bags of animal bedding on the back of a truck. The weather was getting cooler and they cried a lot. Whenever Callie realized I knew where they were, she moved them. About this time we were selling a bull and the farmer had taken the stock trailer to the barn to load him. Something told me to look inside the trailer, and there were the kittens, huddled up in a corner at the front of the trailer. All I had to put them in was my bucket of cat food (picture) so they took a ride back to the shed. On the way I stopped and picked up a little hay to make a bed for them. The first thing Callie did was jump into the tub they were in, grab up the white one and jump to the ground. I put it back in the tub and she got another one and just disappeared. The next time I went to feed her, I found the kittens in the seat of the BobCat, then they were gone again. I didn't expect to ever see any of them again because the dogs here have killed all the kittens born on this farm this summer.
Now I know some of you adore dogs, I understand that, but I hate dogs for this very reason. The dogs here are the results of two "dumped" dogs, one of which had seven puppies and two are still with us, making four, useless, annoying animals. Almost every time they kill a kitten, they bring it to the back door!
Well, back to the kittens; last week Callie brought the gray and white kitten and one yellow kitten back to the shed and put them up high on the back of a truck. They were safe there, and I told her so, but again, once she realized I knew where they were, she moved them to the ground. Two days, and the yellow one is found at the back door. So yesterday I put the other one back up on the truck, and when I went back for the afternoon feeding, it was gone, but I heard it meowing. With much sound-searching I found it ~ on top of the stock trailer! I couldn't reach it; last night was very cold and windy and this morning I didn't see it or hear it, so...I'm just expecting to see it at the back door any time now.
I hope I didn't offend those of you who have loving dogs as pets. Forgive me?
Charlotte