This is the time of day when they start hovering, waiting to be fed. They look innocent here, taken seconds ago, but since then Buddy has eaten a New Yorker letter I copied in Durham two years ago and which I plan to post about, knocked over the scanner, attempted to eat my choir music and batted at Finney.
Finney is trying a different approach. He is curled up on my lap, purring, playing the “good cat.”
Oh, now they’re trying to kill each other. This is the “as long as you’re up” approach.