Parker didn't want dinner

This morning, Mama cat, the long-haired black cat and one of the two matriarchs of the shed cats, caught a mole (or maybe a vole). She decided to share. Her son Truffles was the first to take it. He took it and played with it, but it was Smudge who started eating it. Smudge is one of the other mother cats. Surprisingly, Smudge growled at the cats who wanted to share. Finally, smudge let her daughter Parker finish it. When I went out in the evening to bring them their dinner, Parker was not as interested as the rest.

The other day, Parker tried to jump down from the rafters onto my shoulder... while I was still standing up. She didn't have enough room, and jumped to the ground before she completely landed.

Parker and my back

Out in the shed, there are currently four adult cats and four kittens (plus a visiting tom). When I went out to feed them this morning, one of the kittens (Parker) was up on a shelf at about eye-level. I sometimes feed the cats there, but usually feed them on the ground. When I bent over to pour their food in the bowls, Parker jumped down onto my back and then onto the ground to get the food.

Parker is the only pink-nosed cat out there. She's a tuxedo cat with totally white forearms. Her front paw pads are all black, except for the middle "finger" which is pink on both. The back paws are all black except for one pink toe.

Mouse?

Last night before bed, Kitty was staring at the heating grate as if he heard someone or something behind it.

This morning, about the time he usually pushes his dish around looking for breakfast, he was chasing something around the room. I eventually saw something run under the door to the bathroom.

I opened it enough so Kitty could get in. He came out with a mouse in his mouth. Then he put it down and it ran away, apparently under the clothes dryer, which he watched intently for the next few minutes.