Cats aren't that smart

I don’t think cats are as smart as some people believe or as smart as they seem to think they are. I have this fluffy white cat named appropriately enough, Fluffy, who has been stepped on or rolled over by my husbands wheel chair any number of times, to the point of breaking her leg one time.. Yet she stills sits right on the door step and doesn’t move as you step out. If you manage to miss her there she will soon be underfoot somewhere else and must get stepped on at least once a day. She has successfully raised some kittens this year thanks to the help of a little black cat who either lost hers or combined them with Fluffys. They are about 3 months old now and running all over. They get under the car and I spend 5 minutes everyday checking and re-checking to make sure I don’t mash them. The kittens aren’t real tame, they will tolerate handling but they love making me part of their games if I sit out in the yard. I was on the ground trying to take pictures of them and they kept leaping up into the camera. Henny Penny was with them, she follows the cat family around now that her rooster is gone-victim of a loose Jack Russell. She also was very interested in the camera and kept poking her beak into the lens.
We have a number of barn cats- the number changes constantly as they come and go. A couple months ago a small black and white cat showed up, pregnant but very friendly. I figured some one had dropped her off here as they are prone to do, when they noticed she was PG. She usually ate with the back of the barn group, we have two cat feeding places, although she would be rubbing around my legs the minute I walked in the barn. I knew she had her kittens about the same time Fluffy did, but I never saw or heard them. As Fluffy’s kittens started running around I kept watching and finally I noticed the little cat dragging a rabbit almost as big as she was back toward the barn. When I was done with what I was doing I snuck over to the pasture where I could see the back of the barn and there they were, 5 of them. I didn’t see her or the rabbit, but the kittens were in the sheep feeding pans, eating a little of the stock feed that was left behind. They vanished like shadows when they noticed me. I figured out that she had kept them under the ramp to the inside entrance of an old dog run on that side of the barn. No dog in it of course. I felt sorry for them, so I started dropping a little cat food in the old pen where the sheep couldn’t get to it. A week or so later I noticed they were creeping into the back of the barn when I fed the back of the barn cats and eating with them. This week however they have totally disappeared and Mom too. It’s really strange. Maybe she came from one of the farms around here and finally felt it was safe to lead them home. Don’t know and I guess I shouldn’t worry about it. I can’t afford to fed the ones we have.