Reaching the "safety zone" above -- not on -- the counter before we had a chance to shoo her down, Tiny curls herself into the tiniest version of herself, front and back toes neatly poised together at the edge in perfect balance atop the coffeemaker. A big, fluffy tail really comes in handy at a time like this.
We walked out casually to the kitchen, pretending nothing special was up. The cats were in the studio, well into their morning power naps. Thinking to make stealth tuna for the luncheon sandwiches, we opened the can inside the sink, trying to muffle the sound with our body. A flash of gray beside us on the counter. Tiny leaped to the "safety zone" atop the coffeemaker as Baby came flying around the corner, ears, nose and salivary glands on high alert.
While Tiny cleaned the bowl, baby polished the spoon.
We love the way the ears press themselves close to the head to avoid getting drabbled with innards of the quarry.
With cats like this, who needs a dishwasher?