"Did you say kitty treats?" Tiny (left) and Baby perform their part in the post-breakfast ritual dance this morning.
"That's what we thought you said." One of the few times they're this close and not at each other's throats with hissing, spitting and whacking is when food is being served. Like music, kitty kibbles hath charms that soothe the savage breast.
"Did you hear that? No, but did you see that?" The Chelsea Grays hear and see things we don't, of course, as they move outside to inspect and reassert ownership of their domain after milking us for all the treats they can.
Update: More treats for ailurophiles at the 135th Carnival of the Cats, hosted this week by Laurence Simon, the Father of All Catbloggers, at his Houston Chronicle blog, Catcall.
great photos...
the mighty Tiny and Baby...
Posted by: hnav | October 24, 2006 at 01:02 PM