All three were excluded last night while 1/8 Pole's beautiful daughter laid up with her grandmother. Allison catches an allergy from cats and the cats had to sleep with me last night. There were some pissed-off cats in the dirty filthy man cave last night but they made out OK.
Anyway, the human girls are out for a night on the town tonight and the felines are allowed to nap and crash at any place they so desire. Little Shiloh and her tomcat brother Trouble are sleeping the afternoon away in my wife's bed. My wife loves the cats so much that they just can't get away from the bed from where they find so much love.
This brother and sister act is neutered. Sweet Babycakes had her ovaries and uterus removed as a kitten and the tomcat has nothing under his tail bulging except a breeze that might blow by (unlike Congressman Anthony Weiner).
Anyway, it still blows my mind that the big brother and his little sister sleep together and that they always are in physical contact in some shape or form (most of the time). It could be the top of the heads touching or a paw across the neck or some other way. I caught these shots this afternoon. I woke Shiloh up by turning on the camera:
They just know that they belong together as siblings:
The momcat Mister Mittens was crashed someplace else to be alone.
'm in luv!