Last night and this afternoon we played a bit with the feather.. they all seem to gravitate in the room with me when I bring toys out, but Tom dominates the games. So, Tom is the big grey guy.. who has FINALLY gained some weight and is feeling better (doesn't he LOOK good in these pictures? alive, not the living skeleton he was starting to be) since he's been having his meds and an all you can eat buffet every day. Emma is the chubby little tabby-and-white, and Chili is my little darling. Er, the tortoiseshell. Tom ponders the toy, meditating before his attack. And he's snarfed that toy up.. almost lol. He'd eat it if I'd let him, too. OH NO!!! Emma has stolen the toy from him and slid off the bed!