We’re guessing Clown (above) and Cuddles (below) are relatives. Clown was born on my friend’s property, to a young female that had shown up out of nowhere. While waiting for the young (and very sweet) cat’s first heat to get her spayed, my friend realized that while she had missed the first heat, a tom obviously hadn’t. (Clown’s mother is now a very pampered mouser and barn cat east of here.) Cuddles showed up within the past year. He was a very aggressive tom, so my friend trapped him, had him vaccinated, then sent him off to the the low-priced clinic for “snip-snip.” Cuddles was either handled as a kitten, or gives the lie to the idea that you can’t domesticate a feral cat, because he pretty much lives up to his name these days. It’s hard to walk out to the barn without him throwing himself at your feet, soliciting attention. Cuddles lives outside, though he is trying desperately to get inside, while Clown is an inside-outside cat. Clown has apparently decided he wants to be friends. Time will tell what Cuddles thinks. (Taken with my iPad.)