We needed cats for the outbuildings so Barnie did not take long to supply us with many. The funny thing about cats is if you have one many more seem to wander in from somewhere. Then you have even more.
I am not much of a cat person (GASP!) but I have always had cats. Growing up the rule was the cats stayed at the barn and the dogs did not bother them. If they crossed an invisible line, they disappeared.
We began the same rule here. The dogs knew not to bother the cats in the barn and the cats knew the dry creek was the line they could not cross.
Rules change. The cats became friends with the dogs and there was no more segregation. Cats, chickens and dogs became one big happy family...all on their own.
Then I, who prefers dogs to cats, brought one home. A bob tailed kitten we called Orange then Agent Orange. He disappeared I suspect into a house somewhere in the neighbor hood. We have orange kittens now and then and just this year we have two bob tailed kittens so Orange lives on as does Barnie.
Don't ask me how many we have. I have no idea. Marcy is the cat keeper and feeder. There are only one or two you can pet because they are a farm tool just like a tractor (I know, HORROR!)
Nature keeps things in a good balance and we care for the ones that are here. Every now and then one will show a bit of Barnie lineage and we are happy all over again that she chose us for her family.