I do know it should have been my mother and me. And I know you catch those things, Jon. But your present to me is not to correct my weak grammar. The bonnets are in different calico fabrics and each cat is asleep in its bonnet in a different position. The cats are white in honor of a cat I once had named Kismet, who was alive when the quilt was started these many years ago. I was very touched that they made such an effort. I could hardly believe my mother would finish it...her last quilting project. My heart could break at looking at it. Understand that I will never forget when I look at that fabric that my mother who could barely see and my brother who never sewed would go to so much trouble for me. My heart could break at touching it. It was a wonderful birthday.