There is normally an intense rivalry between my cats; nothing delights the one more than scoring one up on the other. For example, if Zelda is sitting on the arm of the lounge having her ears scratched by John, then Lexi will jump on to my lap. Once settled, Lexi will then will gaze sweetly and innocently at Zelda who, by this time, usually has her ears back and tail flipping. And on it goes.
Each night there is a rematch. Each night there is point-scoring. While the victorious cat sits snugly, the cat who didn’t score a point will eventually flounce off to lick her emotional wounds at best, or starts a hissing, clawing fight at worst. It doesn’t matter what John and I do – whether we pay attention to both cats, ignore both cats or whatever – the cats keep playing the game.
All that changed this year, for some reason indiscernible to humans. Where once the cats could not stand sharing a bed or seeing the other cat receive affection, they are now inseparable. Either their rivalry has been put aside, or it has stepped up to the next level.
They now purr together, cuddle together and wash each other. The cats have been seen curled up together on the lounge, on the bed, on the roll of cardboard in the studio… and even on my prone and cat-flattened body!
In the 5 years we have had the cats, I have not been able to get one photo of them together – not one. I have no idea how long this truce (or new game level) will last, but while it is, I am taking photos all over the place.