I don't think he's gotten to any of the kittens yet, but Farah has moved them farther back into the bushes where I can't seen them well enough to do a head count. I'm going to have to watch the yard constantly, because I don't think Farah has a backup plan to move the whole litter to another place. She might have brought them into the house if Portia weren't here. I can't call the cat rescue place until Monday, and I'm not sure how long it will be before they can get here. It will be an exhausting weekend.
Anyway, it's drizzling again tonight, so maybe Tommy will stay away. I've seldom seen him come by when it was raining. Like most cats, he doesn't like to get wet.