This is little Shiloh (aka Sweet Babycakes). She was grabbed by vicious humans this morning and given a hearty breakfast. In mid-morning she was waylaid again by an abusive human and brushed from head to to toe with a brush that had cold steel for bristles!

In the early afternoon she was made to eat fresh fish! And offered fresh milk as well!

No longer able to withstand the torture the gallant little female cat was able to crawl upstairs and go into a coma on my recliner, forcing me to stand if I want to see today's races on the flat screen.

They sure do like that recliner.

My scent is upon it and the brother/sister act love it. It's comfortable and there's an open window next to it for some nice breezes.

The Momcat Mister Mittens only spends time there when I'm sitting on it. That formally feral creature just lounges in my lap while I pet her and then she goes to sleep until she wakes up and figures out a better thing to do. Mom can still be very standoffish.