Our house used to be a farmhouse. The fields around us were all a part of the property and the barn across the street was built by the same guy that built our house, John Brown.
Along the way, it was sold off, and our parcel is only 5 acres, including the house, 2 garages, and around 2.5 acres of woods. We have chickens, and I pretended to homestead with ducks, rabbits, bees, and gardening in the past, but I’m not a very good homesteader.
Still, being in the country with a barn across the street, we look like a working farm. That means stray drop offs. That means mostly cats.
One of our strays I call BB (Bitty Baby), has some surviving kittens in our junk pile. Adorable little things.
BB’s half brothers (from a litter after she was born) are in our house. I had found them right after they were born, and was able to place them in a cage to catch their mom (Bitty). I got her fixed before releasing her, but haven’t seen her in a long while now. I have BB pretty tame now, so I’m hoping once the nursing stage is done I can catch her to get her fixed, and the babies too.