I do not understand my cats.

Fearless and Maggie act like little kids; one minute they are snarling at each other and Maggie has a tuft of Fearless’ tail-fur in her mouth (she thinks Fearless has a toy attached to her butt, which I think is a small part of the problem) and the next they are napping peacefully together.

Please excuse my messy bed, I usually make it but forgot that morning.

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