Saturday, August 22, 2015

Warring Cats

"Thou preparest a table for me in the presence of my enemies" was a quote that popped into my head this morning when Richie put Fred and Minuit's food bowls down for them.  Suspicious eyeballs and slit eyes...

 We don't know what triggered it but yesterday afternoon the two of them went into nuclear war.  You (and we) never hears such yowling - at peak decibels - and running up and down the stairs interspersed with gusting hisses of hate.

They were so noisy that next door neighbor Ann teased Richie about it when they ran into each other outside. 

Despite the fact that both slept on the foot of our bed last night seems not to have dissipated the bad feelings.  Both are downstairs now and the silence is deep.  And the food bowls are empty.  Maybe they can't summon up the energy to go at it with full bellies?

Let us pray!

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