As usually happens, one thing leads to another in the kitchen. After I finished the dishes, I swept the floor, wiped all the counters, and decided to deal with the piles of accumulated crap on the kitchen table, most of which was junk mail. As soon as there was enough room for cats on the table, there were, of course, cats on the table. I worked around them, and once it was clear of junk, I pushed them around the table as I wiped it down.

They were rolling around on the nice, open, flat, just-wiped-down table being as adorable as they know how, so I grabbed the camera to snap a photo. By the time my camera had focused on the precious, wide-eyed beasties, cute and adorable had turned into this:

I smacked Ronin in the head, and the cats scattered into their personal pouting areas. They have been such brats today! Ronin in particular. I don’t know what gets into him. Actually, I think I do know. I think it’s jealousy. I had just scratched Myu’s ears as I passed by to get the camera, and I didn’t pet him too.

Well, sometimes you don’t get your ears scratched, you wild little monster. Sometimes you get your head smacked for biting your sister and making her yowl.

I look forward to the day when they are both too old and too lazy to be so much trouble.