The big kitty, after years of just not getting what a basket is for, has gotten what the basket was for just in the past month or so. Needless to say, this greatly disappointed the little kitty, who had always known what the basket was for, and composed great love songs to the basket, and the fact that it was hers, but the big kitty out weighs her by a significant margin and is boss cat.
But today, and for the first time, a compromise appears to have been reached.
Cutest. Kitties. Ever.
In other news, I have a cold. I should have known something was up when the girl woke me up at twenty to noon. She’s off getting the makings of chicken soup and a ladder. Have I mentioned how much I love her lately?