I've mentioned that my cats rarely share the same space -- especially the girls. Phoebe harbors more than a little disdain for Saffy. You can imagine my interest when I looked over and saw Saffy and Cosmo sitting in one of the basement windows, with Phoebe boxed out. Pheebs wasn't amused, and gave Saff the old stare-down routine, which didn't work, by the way.
Score one for The Saffster, who's usually on the short end of every single stick ever.
|No room at the inn.|
|Phoebe: "Move." Saffy: "No."|