Cats Rule

This year, Pablo our orange tabby will be seven years old and Thirdy our gray and white long hair cat will be six years. It is so funny and authentically a farce when you just sit back and observe. They are the most hilarious odd looking feline couple we ever had. Oh, they have different personalities, to the extreme and on opposite sides of the spectrum but they are the best buddies too. They both love sleeping, about 40 hours in a day, they enjoy eating (only dry food) but Pablo would let Thirdy eat for the first 10 chows then Pablo would take the rest (talk about modesty and self-sacrifice), they both love sitting on the window sill and watch snowflakes fall and they always have to meet at one point...in the bathroom; in our bath tub! They honestly do it, once a day at least. What is going on inside their heads? Such fecundity we humans won't be able to decipher. After a while they silently walk to the bed where we also sleep, stare at us, probably brush their paws here and there and doze off...again. Oh, did I tell you that they also snore; annoyingly. Whew these piquant furry creatures of Isis; they're lazy, they're bossy, they practically run your life. All the definitions of one who can really rule and yet we choose to obey in hypnotic submission.