Sometimes I think the cats hate each other. They run around the house, hissing, clawing, biting and wrestling. But then there are times when they think I’m not looking, that I catch them in the act of being best friends.
Here, they were in the middle of what appears to be a very important conversation, which I so rudely interrupted.
And one time I woke up, and they were totally snuggling. That is, until they realized I was awake, and all heck broke loose.
Another time, I walked into the dining room, and found this. I’m not sure what exactly they were doing, but it was clearly some kind of bonding ritual.
And then there was the day I found them watching the birds together, and I knew once and for all, they were secretly best friends for life.
Time to drop the facade guys – the cat is out of the bag 🙂