The farm has only two cats, both daughters of the Old Momma Cat who is no longer with us. One of them is black and one is white.
The white cat is actually very friendly. She’s hiding from the puppy in the pic above.
The black cat isn’t friendly and prefers to be left alone. Though she will come running for a treat of canned food, as long as I leave the food and back away.
I knew she was close to having her kittens, first litter for her. And yesterday when I was feeding and watering the hogs in the afternoon I found her in Seymour’s pen with two kittens born. And Seymour nosing her trying to get a chance to eat one for supper.
So guess where the cat is now? In the bathtub, yes.
Two more kittens arrived for a total of four babies. And I didn’t get clawed or bit bringing her into the house. In fact, now she relishes a good scratch behind the ears and seems content to stay in the bathroom and be pampered. I did move her and the kittens into Snapper’s old crate today so I could use the shower though. :) She has free roam of the room and a litter box all her own. So far, so good.