Since April, we have had a slight cat explosion on the farm. Two of the female barn cats (mother and daughter) had there kittens pretty much in the same 'nest' together. That is the first eight kittens. The daughter had another two kittens this summer at the end of the west field in an old combine. She brought them up to the barnyard a couple of weeks ago. I haven't seen them. But Frank has. Cleo, the mother, had another six kittens.
When Olivia was here, visiting back in September, Cleo started bringing them to the barn. I caught a little orange kitten and gave it to Olivia to hold and pet. I left Olivia in the barn, while I forked feed to Lawrence, and checked the cows water trough. I might have been gone no more than 15 minutes when I got back to the barn. Here comes Olivia running across the yard back to the barn, screaming. "They tilled the titty! They tilled the titty!" Olivia is four, and her speech isn't the greatest when she is upset. It turns out that one of the poms had snatched the kitten out of her hand, and killed it in front of her. I still feel like shit, that 'Liv had to experience that.
Just the other day, Frank had found another orange kitten, dead inside of a barrel. That barrel is now turned upside down, so that can't happen again. Our two house cats, Jynx and Tiny each have a litter of kittens. Tiny is on her third litter since the end of March.
Here are a few shots of some of the kittens.
|Cleo and some of the kittens|
And speaking of population explosion after Oct 31, the Earth's population is suppose to hit the 7 billion mark. By the year 2100, it will double to 14 Billion. It makes me wonder how the Earth is going to handle this.