Stanley often joins Oscar for his morning patio stakeouts. These sessions always devolve into slap-fights, but the guys enjoy sunbeams and thoughts of bird murder in the meantime. They also bully the dog when he tries to join them. Look at these judgmental little fuzzbutts.
Udo walked in behind me and they gave him that face. I think they’re still mad at him for not letting them sleep on him when they were little. I can’t blame him, though; they were quite pointy and they still are.