The momcat Mister Mittens would rather be running the streets like she was 9 years ago as a pregnant kitten with no place to go or anybody to care for her but this afternoon she was in a good spot on my bed while I diddled the Aqueduct card nearby.

Her head is blurred because she heard me coming and whipped her head off her pillow thingy just as I snapped the shot.

Hit the Lotto!

She has been known to stretch and sigh in a warm "cat nest" before going limp for some more sleep. We're still trying to make a house cat out of this feral female feline.

Don't know how to put pics up. But put pic of your furbaby grand daughter Whiskey

She's on here just below.