Togetherness

This is the first time in the over-five-years I've had Max and Harry that they've ever shared anything.
It's the cardboard carton I was preparing to fill with books to give away. I guess that will have to wait.

They're not brothers, although they have lived together for most of their lives and their idea of togetherness is to start a rumble every couple of days. Max twitches his tail, Harry hisses, his ears flatten against his head and they're on. Racing up stairs, in and out of the rooms, downstairs, back up to the end of the hall and then they get physical, rolling around and around, fur flying, blood curdling shrieks.
Funny thing, After they break it up there is never a scratch on either of them.

I can hardly wake for them to wake up and discover their mental lapse.