Cat

Boggy Thicket has acquired its very own feral cat.

We seldom see her, and when we do, it is usually around dusk and she is moving pretty fast.

She has three kittens out in the barn, and we saw them for the first time when she took them out for a walk this morning.  We were pretty sure they were out there - I thought I saw one duck under the bush hog when I was out in the barn a week or two ago.

Yesterday, the mama cat managed to get herself locked in the garage.  Honey closed the garage door about 2:00 pm, and thought she heard meows about 7:00 this morning.  We opened the door and the cat departed in a hurry.

She had raided the garbage can for food, but she must have gotten awfully thirsty.  About a half hour after her escape, and in spite of the dogs, she jumped the fence to drink out of the birdbath.