I am turning into a crazy cat lady. The logger kitties know I feed them so they follow me back and forth to the barn. At night their three little fannies bob and blink in the light from my flashlight as they precede me to the door, where noms await. A study in tortoiseshell and black and white,
They like to come to the house too, and follow me over in the morning, but mean old Simon boots them off "his" porch if they try for cat food there. If only I could tolerate cats in the house......
They are crazy entertaining and funny and full of kitty cuteness. Hope they are also smart enough to avoid varmints.