farm cats

Here are two kittens who were born on my aunt's farm. The little black one didn't get enough milk as a wee kitten, and my aunt bottle-fed him. Now he's on his own. I watched him play with a tiny mouse one morning in the sun. He loves to be held and stroked much more than his big brother, but he's a wild little guy, too. Their mother is about a year old, and only slightly bigger than they are.