It must just be happenstance, but...

[desperance]

It's one of those viciously bright, viciously windy days out there; boys on mopeds are driving with their booted feet stuck out like trimaran hulls, ready to catch themselves when they blow over (no exaggeration: I've just seen this).

Mac is sitting on the top step, just where the low winter sun should be warmly shining.

Except.

Baz is sitting in the window, just exactly blocking that particular angle of sunlight that would otherwise be reaching Mac.

Snigger.

(But they are good boys. Sometimes. They have been sleeping one either side of me, these last few nights - and for a discussion of the particular awkwardnesses of this arrangement, I could not do better than to point you to this post by ursulav - but this morning, I found them both on the same side of me. At a couple of feet's distance - just out of striking-range, I fancy, perhaps a hint beyond Barry's growling-perimeter - but snuggled down and snoozing quite untroubled. I have no idea how to make it any better than that, but that's good enough for now.)

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[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

I've found that cold weather makes my hostiles much more indifferent to the horror of being forced to be in the same room with each other. Especially if they can manage to lie on the bed so they are either under the covers, or facing away from each other.

[mizkit.livejournal.com]

Cats is so funny. :)