Remember my perch upon the hay bales? 'Tis to be no more. Suspicions have been confirmed:
Horribly tiny, cringingly cute, and painfully vulnerable:
A very petite tuxedo cat has been hanging around the property for some time now, off and on for perhaps two years. Just when we think it's been made into coyote-snack, it turns up again. Very wary, cautious, and quite feral. So little tuxedo cat has been caught spending time in the barn recently. Close examination of it's swiftly retreating self revealed a somewhat full-ish belly. I began to suspect that "it" was in fact a "she". . . . a rather pregnant she. Well, that was several days ago. Turns out that pendulous swing to her belly was due to post-partum flab. The triplets are 2-3 weeks old. We'll keep all parties safe until weaned and adoptable through our local chapter of The Humane Society.
Darn it all.
Spay and neuter, peeps, spay and neuter.