Finally...

SiBonz and Priscilla are getting to be fine friends. For the past year...SiBonz's only year...they have bounced on the furniture, off the walls and knocked small children and old ladies on their butts as they chase, slash and bite at full chase around the house. Now there is a tentative truce...when I'm present. I have no idea what happens when there's no one there. All I know is we can no longer have nice things....