These little guys were born around mid May in my backyard. Sometime in September I saw the Mama come padding into my backyard again followed closely by two of the kittens. I thought to myself, "Aww, only two survived." Lo and behold, another one was shortly behind. I thought to myself, "Well, three out of five is not too bad for feral kittens." And then I almost cried, the other two came along the top of the fence.
Every one of them survived. They are skittish as heck and run if they spot me spying on them. Couple of evenings ago, five of them came back through. I'm not sure if it was all 5 kittens or the Mama and 4 kittens. One of the kittens looks just like her.
Their survival skills are just unbelievable. Of course, I think the neighbor behind me has been feeding them for some time, which helps immensely when hunting is bad.
Every one of them survived. They are skittish as heck and run if they spot me spying on them. Couple of evenings ago, five of them came back through. I'm not sure if it was all 5 kittens or the Mama and 4 kittens. One of the kittens looks just like her.
Their survival skills are just unbelievable. Of course, I think the neighbor behind me has been feeding them for some time, which helps immensely when hunting is bad.
It's that time of the year:
My heart tells me to go get the mama some food, but my head tells me not to mess with them. I really don't know if she's somebody's cat that got po'd and moved her kittens, or if she is a stray. I watched her pad along the fence line with a mouthful of something several times. Now I know what all those sneaky little trips were all about.