Andy catches Dougy on the lounger. There is a faceoff!
Dougy is full of cattitude today! “I had it before you! MINE!” Andy has to make a move.
Well, this wasn’t one we expected, but it stopped a serious confrontation.
Dougy is adament and holds his ground. Andy cleans up, What else can he do till Dougy tires of the lounger? (Later, Andy reclaims the lounger, and Dougy is content taking the recliner.)
They are entertaining, for sure!
That they are, Lavinia!
This war will never end I guess…
It is off and on! (Enjoying the snow yet or did you get much of it?)
No snow here in NC lol
Lucky you! None here, either, though the weather report if for snow later this week.
I like the tail swishing.
It’s part of the show! Yopu have to see that to appreciate the intensity of their “conversation”. They don’t yowl or hiss, so it isn’t up to the murder stage mopst times they disagree about the sistribution of assets!
Woohoo, and the dance begins. At least everything isn’t MINE…no that’s MINE too, like Tyebe. She’s like a seagull hollering MINE all the time. When does she outgrow this part of adolescence?
Yes, everything is MINE here! It probably will continue fooorrrreeeevvvvvveeeerrrrrr! Mwahahahaha!
Do they boys actually fight once in a while?
Yes, and come out of it with a mouthful of kitty fur!
Wow, I’m surprised, Doug. Being brothers and with each other every day, I thought they would never fight! 😮
I suppose their squabbles are pretty mild compared with most cat fights. Mostly, it involves posturing, a chase, some wrestling, then things are done as as long azs the offending kitty boy accepts the other’s assertion about the ottoman, recliner, or other contended territorry. It may take more than one confrontation like this to make the point. The worst that’s happened is one will end the buisiness with a mouthful of the offending/defending brother’s fur in his mouth. No wounds from bites so far! I sup[pose the thick fur is responsible for that to some degree.
our battle field is not the lounger … it is my lap… seems they love me… to pieces ;O)
Oh dear! Two weimars fighting for your lap sounds frightening!