My mum requested to see her grandkids, I mean, grandcats. You miss their goofy looking faces, Umi?
Here’s Olly, back from his morning wander.
“What? I’m home, aren’t I?”
Then there’s Ifa, who just moves from one warm spot to another, all dayyy loonngg. I had to nudge her to get a photo.
“What? I’m up, aren’t I?”
Not the prettiest cats I must admit. But it’s not from my side of the family. Ahem…
And then, Olly saw something he doesn’t quite approve.
“Hang on… What’s going on here?”
“Ahhh… what a comfy spot, eh Olly?” (stretcchhh)
The tension’s building as Olly strolls over almost nonchalantly.
Oh bugger! Here we go!
“I was here first!”
“No! This is my spot!”
I broke it up before someone lost an eye.
“Now say sorry to each other…”
“Sorry Olly.” (mumbles) “Sorry Ifa.” (grumbles)
Olly still isn’t too happy about it.
Doesn’t help that Ifa seems to be rubbing it in his face.
But everything settles down. Ifa curls up under the dining table in her little sunny spot, which is fading rather fast. Not really the smartest cat in the house.
Olly, on the other hand, stretches out and bathes in the warm sun, quickly forgetting the drama that broke out just minutes ago.
What’s the moral of the story, folks?