This week Tommy and I have done considerable talking about how to live more peacefully together. Our negotiations have gone well and we have jointly agreed that I will stop biting his butt fur in exchange for him not pushing me away from my special curl-up-near-mom's-head space on the bed. There were several other minor concessions we each made to the other but I am just too tired to talk about them right now.
At Peace. Sure wish people could find peace for themselves and the world as easily as we cats.