You can't see the Mom -- just a bit of her dark fur, but you can see a little bit of each of the four kittens. Usually they race away when they hear even the slightest noise, but either they are getting used to me or they were too sleepy to run. As soon as they get old enough, we'll have them spayed or neutered and let them run wild in the pasture next door. There is plenty of food for them and we all have as many indoor cats as we can deal with. We could take them to the Humane Society but none of us have the heart to do that. There is real explosion of cats on this island and the chance of feral kittens getting adopted is not as good as kittens that have already been socialized and can be easily picked up and petted. So here's to a good life as a pasture cat!
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