Discovering the Compost Playground

Hecuba and her Magical Lightning Bolt

We've been letting the kittens go outside for about two weeks now.  I would have preferred keeping them inside until they were full-size cats.  However, living in a small house with a cat door and four other cats, this grew more and more difficult as they grew older and more active.  I keep them under my eye as much as possible when they're outdoors and soon they'll be at a size where they won't be snack-sized for a hungry owl or hawk.  They do seem to have an innate sense to stay near cover and are aware and vigilant.  Perhaps this comes from having a feral or semi-feral mama.














 The compost heap exerted its charms on a new generation of Frogpondians.

 

 Both the hens and the kittens ogled each other  for a short time, no doubt each wondering if the creature they were looking at might be edible.  "Too big," seems to have been the joint conclusion.

The hens have accepted the kittens as part of their universe and now everyone mostly ignores each other as they forage.  There's more than enough compost heap to go around.