As it usually does, Cat Dinner Time arrived. I went out to the porch to find Agent Orange and the short hair waiting for me. The poor dears were having a hard time of it: one breath was spent informing me just how close to Death’s door they were and with the next they were promising to kick each other’s furry behind if one got one step closer to the other.
I left them happily chowing down. I thought about waiting to see who finished first, just to see what would happen.
Nah. If there was to be anything, I would hear it.