Wednesday and Berlioz are frenemies. They love each other, while secretly harboring a jealous hatred for each other at the same time. When they think no one’s looking, I catch them grooming each other, or sleeping quietly together on the bed. But more often, a scene such as this unfolds before my eyes.
It starts off with Wednesday going into her favorite cardboard box.
Berlioz sees her in the box, and slowly approaches.
Berlioz and Wednesday both act like they don’t know the other is nearby, even though we all know they have a better sense of smell, sight and hearing than the majority of living things.
Without warning, one or the other will decide it’s time to strike.
And the other will immediately strike back.
I’d love to say this ends in both cats snuggled together inside the box, purring in perfect harmony. However, the lack of photographic evidence of this occurrence indicates that no such event has ever transpired.
A girl can always hope.
Wednesday & Berlioz 
HA!
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