Feral Ol' Mom has been hanging around, yowling, practically nonstop since yesterday evening.
It's a very distinctive yowl.
It probably means: "My children! The time is come! Rise up and overthrow the two-leggèd oppressors!"
Fortunately, I'm very good at this cult-indoctrination thing, and the poor deluded kittens actually think they're happy where they are. What with being warm and safe and well fed, and all that materialist stuff.
(Oh, and I tried to get a photo of Feral Ol' Mom while she was lying atop the side fence this morning, but she ran off the moment she saw the camera.)
That's a very clever ploy on your part. Turn them into Republicans. I like it. Both of my cats are unrepentant anarchists.
Posted by: Old AF Sarge | Tuesday, 12 February 2013 at 11:35
Now, now. If I were turning them into Republicans, I'd have to teach 'em to work for a living. Since they're destined to become other people's house pets, training them as mousers is probably undesirable; can't have them eating the new family's small pets.
But at least they don't bite the hand that feeds them, except in a playful way.
Posted by: Eric Wilner | Tuesday, 12 February 2013 at 18:03