Really - most of the time, they are the best of friends. Or nearly. But on a night like tonight, when we get in late, and they're hungry - there's a little stare-down going on. And maybe teeth. Fearful though Gramsci looks, I believe it was Moth who struck the first blow...
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Aww! Hangry kitties. I can relate… I’m not myself when I’m even a teeny bit hungry.
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