My mom Cathy was thrilled when she went to make her bed and found the cats sitting about a foot apart. She was so pleased she raced off to get the camera. Never mind making the bed.
Where was I when all this was going on? On the living room sofa, of course.
My mom thinks Ophelia’s washing means she’s comfortable with Creampuff. I say Ophelia’s just being Ophelia. Anyway, Mom is getting used to having the cats getting along. Then she’ll turn her attention to more important subjects, like me.