Spot, our cranky old lady cat (foreground), still can't stand that Rikki exists (that's our young boisterous boy in the background). But I did not pose this shot; I wouldn't even care to try it. And they're upstairs right now, just hanging out together on the comforter, looking for all the world like they do this kind of thing every day*.
*just to be clear: they really, really don't
*just to be clear: they really, really don't
MORAL OF THE STORY: Never mow the lawn.
