Good morning! I’m afraid I’m “not making any friends today,” as the cat-cops are fond of saying:
I ignored my own food, and immediately went over to clean up RC’s spillage:
“Don’t worry, ‘catering,’ I’ll make sure Francis’s food won’t go to waste!”
No doubt, Stormy.
Anyway, time to wade through the weeds (I must admit there aren’t as many as there were before), and head to the front pasture:
And one of the three babies is in hiding…
I don’t think the cat-cops will ever give them names. They’re thinking of calling the gray ones “Thunder” amd “Lightning,” because Lightning has a white streak that runs up its left rear leg (not too imaginative if you ask me). 🐴