Then I decided they would be mine. So I bought cat food. And lots of it. Every evening I would woo them up to the shop with the sound of a can of cat food opening. They'd come running, winding their way through my legs. I forgot how much I missed cats. I'd sit out there and these now tame kittens would climb in my lap and purr like they were in heaven. They became my minions. They have no names, just a collective name: "Mommies Minions". Welcome to the menagerie my little minions.
P.S. All three kitties have already been spayed and neutered thanks to my wonderful neighbor, glad she had that done before they adopted me. :)
There are two solid black females and one black and white male.
Brother Minion is super friendly and fearless, going after a large snake yesterday.
Even Greta is in love with the Minions.
Brother Minion is sweet but not the sharpest tool in the shed. Took this pic moments before he fell off the roof of the shop.
Sister Minion sleeps in the shop and catches her weight in mice. Gotta love barn cats!