Recovering from a night of "mousing"

Having been sent to remedial night school to learn how to be cats again (see Raclette night), the hairiest two members of the Ottawacker household needed a long day of recovery.

I'm seriously concerned about the extent to which these two don't hate each other any more. Yes, there are the odd skirmishes on the stairs and chases around bedrooms, but all in all, they seem to be well adjusted  and friendly. Given that my whole plan was based on 'divide and conquer', this is giving me cause for concern. Because once the cats unionize, we are all in trouble.

In other news, it is minus 34 today. MINUS 34.