LC: We got a coupla comments about how nicely we seem ta be getting along in the photo at the top. We must confess it was a rare event that lasted only a minute. We were both making snarky comments ta each other under our breath from the start (She called me "froggie-breath" so I called her "squirrel-stoopid". Then she called me "fat hips" and I called her a "loudmouf").
So then Ayla started battin me wif her tail, so I whapped her head an bit her ear, and we both jumped off the ottoman in separate directions...
The Big Thing laffed, but he is sneaky. He put our dinner bowls RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER, so we couldn't avoid being quietly nose-to-nose.
We need a mancat around ta keep the peace (just as 2 mancats would need a girlcat around for the same reason)...
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