My Chair

We got these girls when they were 5 weeks old and bottle fed them for a little while. It's hard to believe, now, that they each fit in the palm of a hand. I've seen their mother feeding with the homeless cats, so I've joined the group of feeders. When I told this one, Her Royal Highness, that she's spoiled rotten, laying around on her heating pad all day long, she said I was wrong, but last time I fed her momma, I told her that her babies were strong and healthy and running our lives. Being ferrel, she told me to "Go Away" I did.