. . . um, snuggle together. Mrs. Wolves has been inundating me with kit-tay photos lately, on account of she worships the little feline devils. So, anyway, the top of my usual chair is, of course, a perch of preference for Mayhem. Sometimes, though, Murder joins her, giving us terminal cuteness, like this:
And, other times, like this:
Yeah, they're really cute and all, but how the hell am I supposed to sit in that chair? Serious you guys!