Having two new cats is kind of like having two furry toddlers in the house. They’re cute beyond reason, scampery like nobody’s business, have surprising bursts of energy, and are clearly partners in crime. When I think shenanigans are taking place–either by the sound of lots of jaggling collar tags and skittering paws or odd, suspicious silence–the boys always freeze and plead utter innocence.
And Boudicca remains Queen of the House without a poofy tail.
