so ... here's what life is like with momcat1 -- she almost never moves from the southeast corner of the bed. there's a black spot of fur about six inches around her that i dyson off when she leaves to eat. she might as well be a cement lawn animal. she'll let me sit about two feet away from her and then inch up to about a foot away from her. at about twelve inches, she figures she'd had about enough and jumps off and crawls under the bed. not so terribly bad for a howling, spitting feral two years ago. she's no momcat2, but she's my angry little girl.
and in other news, roswell now seems to be about half the size of an ivy league graduate (shown here for scale).