Found a feral cat sitting on the wood pile today when I went out to check on the chooks. I have a mixed bag free ranging, varying in age from 7 weeks to 21 weeks. The cat was eyeballing the youngest bunch and didn't seem the least bit intimidated by me. No problem here, I went inside and grabbed a pistol and dispatched said varmint expeditiously. I have no time for these cancers on nature. The folks up the way from me think cats are "Precious" and feed them. I told them if they come around here they are targets. One less to answer the dinner bell I guess.