The cats are a million times braver than they where just three days ago. Last night they ate their dinner off of my lap! For supposedly wild 'feral' cats they are pretty wimpy and haven't scratched or bitten me yet (I have so obviously just jinxed myself). After their tea Stagger Lee (the tabby) snuggled in his bed in front of the radiator and Crow Jane rolled and fussed about on the carpet enticing me to stroke him, something I have so far resisted. Well this morning I attempted a little stroke on Crow Janes head and although he stopped eating and looked at me with "DON'T TRY THAT AGAIN' eyes, he didn't run away and finished his breakfast standing on my lap.Having re-named them after prolific murder ballads, in honor of their hard days on the streets, I'm starting to think we should have named them Mr SnuggleButt and Baby McFluff.
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