The momma cat who had her four kittens in our barn is gone. Either 1) she deserted them right after they were weaned (bad momma, bad) or 2) she got eaten up by coyotes (poor momma).

We named them Simon, Charlotte Gray, Shiner Boch, and Bob. Two of the kittens are pretty wild, despite our best efforts to tame them. And two of them are very tame.

I've had two of them fixed already. My vet got me some help for paying for that with an organization called PAWS. Two more to go. Or I'm going to have a cat explosion in my barn. Which will make Matilda-the-tenacious-heeler very unhappy.

Related links:
Tale of a barn cat
El gato diablo
Gargoyles