It's been a very welcome change this year to be at home for all of Valentine's Day: usually I'm at CAA in some place a great deal colder than Los Angeles. This means breakfast with my favorite human and favorite cats - even if Moth is the only feline visible here. It'd be great to have a loving picture of the two of them, but although they are, at heart, good friends, and act in choreographed consort if they think that there might be any food in the offing, "togetherness" usually consists of Moth going lick, lick, lick to LucyFur's head - that's three licks, and then she bites her ear. Then they glower at each other, and slowly each raise a forepaw, like a pair of furry heraldic griffins. Fairly soon after that (some tumbles, battering, ominous yowls) their ploy has worked. We feed them.
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