The tortie is Silmarillion, or Silly.
She is sitting in my kid's lap, assisting her with her calculus.
She sits on Sarah as long as Sarah will sit.
Which is okay, except when Silmi sees ghosts — periodically she bolts from a sound sleep and flees, leaving behind four kitty-paws' worth of puncture wounds.
Other than that she is a gentle, velvet-pawed kitty, and almost painfully loving.
And Henrietta, the perfect, who is Queen of the universe.
She is fifteen, and sadly beginning to slow down a little in this last year.
She's stopped using the tree and upstairs window to come and go.
And she's stopped trying to kill Motley.
But she seems as happy as ever, and is eating well, so I'm just working to pamper her as much as possible.
I've taken it as a challenge.
Heat reflecting catbed.
Catnip toy (yellow, in picture).
Any other thoughts, peeps?