With the wife home after a few days away the cats are overjoyed. They don't have to be kind to me anymore before dawn - they can go back to thumping my groin, making my feet bleed, and swatting my face with paws in their demands for breakfast before dawn. Like good troops they are resting up for the morning assault.
Trouble and his mother Mister Mittens have chosen the cat beds in the living room.
Mister Mittens is dreaming about her belly getting bigger in the morning:
Away in my wife's bed, the little runt girl cat Shiloh (Sweet Babycakes) is tough to get mad at:
