Most of the time, Moosh and Taco live separate existences. Except, of course, when they’re fighting. They’re well-matched in that regard, they’re about the same weight although Moosh is more bulk and Taco is long and lean. I don’t worry about it much until Moosh meows his wussy ass “mreep” and then I break it up. Otherwise there’s no hissing involved, and the only sound is the snapping of jaws and paw swipes making contact. Oh, and Moosh’s huffs. He does that when he’s really pissed.
So the other morning I woke to something heavy on my feet. Heavier than a cat. What’s heavier than one cat?
TWO CATS. That’s right, these so-called tough guys got busted spooning. SPOONING! So glad I had my phone next to the bed.
Awwwwww. One of our cats is pretty little and she always horns her way into a snuggle pile with our bigger kitty, Blossum. Blossum’s super soft & a little chubby, like a big fluffy pillow….they only sleep 23 hours a day so best be comfy.
Aww that’s cute though! Mine want nothing to do with each other, most of the time. They always seems surprised to see each other like “Oh, where did you come from?”