Dear Diary, It's been a strange few days. First one of Indi mom's kittens went missing and then the next night her last kitten went missing. Now the big blue dog house is empty. None of the cats are sleeping in it. Don't know what happened. Either a kit-napping or some wild creature came into the yard. Carol was sad. Then yesterday Carol's man locked me in the barn. At first I didn't notice. Light was coming in so I just kept on exploring. There's a lot to smell in the barn. But then it got darker and darker. Everything was strange and hard and dirty. Eventually, I could hear my human calling my name, but I couldn't get out. She called and called, and then all was silent again. I don't know the barn layout at all. It's not some place I usually go. Time passed. I heard my name being called again and again. Then silence again. I was frantic to return to the house, but couldn't find a way out. All of a sudden there was a creak and the door opened. It was the man. I ran and hid. Lights flashed on. From the house I heard my name called again. But now I had to get past the guy. He saw me and called me, but I ran from him. He was the door keeper. What if he locked the door again. I waited until the guy went about his business and wasn't paying attention to me. Then I ran out the big door. I hurt my feet on something cold and hard but I kept running. Carol was no longer calling for me. What if I got stuck outside again. I remember the last time I got stuck outside at night. It was the most frightening thing that has ever happened to me. I wandered across the creek that time and into a wide field. There was howling close by and I saw teeth and lots of eyes glinting in the moonlight. The treeline seemed miles away, but I made a dash and flew up the rough trunk onto a wide branch. My night was spent in the tree. When daylight broke I had to wade through water to find my way back into the farm yard. Carol's man was there and he let me into the house. I was wet and tired. So now, with Carol no longer calling me, I feared the worst. I didn't want to stay outside all night. But then, there was her voice again, calling my name. I ran to the door and straight into the house. Carol scooped me up in her arms, but I was so into my imagined night outside that I clawed at her face. Somehow she understood and put me in my favorite sleeping place. I slept a long, long time and when Carol went to bed I made sure I had my usual place next to her. Now it's a new day and I'm ready to be trouble again.

Dear Diary, Carol says I've got a few screws loose. just because I sit and stare at her, chirping once in a while. She shouldn't say things like that to me. A cat's got feelings too. It's really not my fault that she doesn't understand what I'm saying. Sometime she just ignores me. That's when I have to start knocking things over to get her to understand I want something. What, she thinks I'm staring because I like the way she looks? Fat chance. I stare when I need something. Right now I want to go outside. How hard is that to figure out. I've eaten both wet and dry food; I don't want to nap; what else is there. I've got her attention now. signing off to take a walk about the yard. Maybe I'll harass a chicken or two.

figured out the photo thing. here's J Bond & her litter. guess we know now if J is a Jane or a James. she was always on a secret mission, hiding from cats & humans. looks like five in that pile. she better learn to hide better from the boys.

Indi mom started off with 2 white and one mostly black kid. now she has 2 dark ones. one of the little white guys didn't make it. but due to circumstances beyond her control she got to adopt. BC had her kits back in the chicken yard, got discovered by Melissa and true to BC's nature, she took off leaving one of her kits behind. Now Indi has it. Tiny little varmint. don't know where BC has her kids stashed now.
Found more of the little critters south of the barn. tried to add their pic, but can't get the photo thing to work now. well, what do you expect. I'm just a cat.

Dear Diary, the wind has been blowing hard for 2 days. sticks falling out of the big oak. better to stay inside. but, hey, I'm a nice guy, so I've been doing the walk-about with Carol in the morning when she feeds my outside relatives. It's getting scary over south of the barn. so many darn kittens. everywhere you look kittens.