The cats were tormented by the birds while playing in the catio this morning. They came in for lunch and then took up watch from the window.

I sent Ben a cute photo of them falling asleep together at their post:

When I looked again and hour later, I found this:

I texted Ben to see if he agreed that we had reached cat-cuddling stage. He confirmed, saying “they’ve been through WAR, now is time for love.” Then he wrote a fitting diary entry for the occasion:

“The great corvid war of the 14th day of the parched grasses was harrowing for all involved.  As for myself, I learned to love a little more that day.” — Captain Nimbus, 1st battalion