When I took in the cats I should have understood that there is some sort of "female bond" between the female cats and their female human, my 18-year-old bride who isn't 18 anymore after almost 39 years of marriage. 'Twas the wife who took in the momcat Mister Mittens and had her on her lap in the living room when the cat was deep into labor and began to give birth early in July of 2010.
Anyway this is the scene tonight at my wife's bed. The tomcat Trouble is downstairs with 1/8 Pole perched at the window that overlooks the driveway with dreams of getting out to prowl and maybe fight like his castrated genes still tell him to do but the girls are laid up in the bride's bed with that "female love thing" while awaiting the bride to roll under the covers so they can go "snootch" up against her for extra warmth and happiness.
The wife does not hit the cats with sticks and bats. The wife buys them premium food, toys, comforters, treats and never lets one walk by without a pet or a rub. She was the one who laid out the decision that the spaying and neutering were going to be done at an animal hospital with a skilled team instead of a quickie job at the shelter for 75 bucks.
Mister Mittens is in the foreground while her daughter Sweet Babycakes is in the background. You can tell by this photo that both girls are scared to death to be in my wife's bed like I could be.