A feral cat had her kittens under our workshop. They are old enough now to be out and about and exploring the wide world of our shed. I have plans of making pets of at least some of them, especially the calico. My plan includes having "Dr. Doolittle" my husband talk to them. He doesn't know of this part of the plan. They will be outside cats, but hopefully we can gentle them down enough to tolerate our human presence. Here are three, taking a nap next to our mower: And this little golden one, who seems more curious than afraid: Is there anything cuter than a kitten?