So, I get down to my milking shed this afternoon, open the door, and surprise three adorable kittens napping on some of my pack bags. Two orange and white kittens and one mottled, pointed kitten. They're probably about 4-5 weeks olds. They shuffle off the pack bags and hide themselves, probably under the pallets I store things on. I got to wondering where the older three kittens were. I spotted them lounging in a patch of sunlight, grooming themselves, their mother nearby. So now I know that there are two queens, each with litters of three kittens. The older kittens are half grown and will no doubt survive the winter, if they stay away from the road. Kind of explains why a half gallon of goat's milk disappears every night, though.