Almost every morning I'm greeted with this writhing, usually demanding mass of catmanity. Dry catfood often ends up everywhere except in the dishes as the felines jockey for position with each other and with me. They could see I had a camera rather than food first thing this morning. Poor Jellico got left out as he was a little late to the party and was on the ground behind me. He has a new nasty habit. He comes to be petted then, after I've removed my hand, he swats at me with claws extended catching either me or clothing. That has to stop somehow.
The cast of characters: PuddyTat is the tan one and Tommie the black boy. Dudie is the noisy one on his shelf. Tim joins the party late.