I went to bed on Thursday night and the tom Trouble was sleeping in my bed. I just rolled into bed and rubbed him a bit. He's a good bunky. About an hour later I was jarred awake when the momcat got into my bed and rammed her rump into my left hip and flopped for some sleep. OK, she's on my left and her son is on my right. It's all good. We sleep.

I got up to pee in the middle of the night and now Shiloh is snuggled up with her mother. I knew what was coming before I got back into bed.

At 4:33 a.m. the two female cats were looking for a breakfast and I was their target to prepare the meal - head butts and gentle paw swats (claws in). A great cat breakfast was laid out at 4:40.