Meet the three black boys. Buddy, Buster and Coco. Coco is the shy one hiding at the door. I attract cats like a magnet attracts iron shavings. These pals are feral and are gradually allowing me to touch them gently while they are eating. (Except for Coco.) The colorful one is my Jackie who runs me and the house. I wake up in the morning when she jumps on me--I sometimes call her a snit, because she is very insistent, and she will use her teeth to make a point. We have our little tiffs. Silent conversation is a beautiful thing. We see that power within each other and rest in Its glorious comraderie. mmmm....