I was really tickled by something Tak wrote a couple of days ago-- he
referred to Dot and Buster as "The Cat Committee."  My guys are a lot like
that, too.

You all know Dante came here almost two years ago now -- WOW!  I can't
believe it-- he's still "the bitty."  The feline cannonball bitty. ;)  And
you know that he and Stinky really didn't hit it off the way I had hoped.
Stinky pretty much tolerates Dante, except when Dante gets in his face,
which he does a time or two a day.  But they aren't cuddly pals the way I'd
hoped.  I pretty much have separate relationships with each of them.  They
each relate to me separately.  I pet and cuddle and give them separate lap
time.  It's not ideal, but it's working fine, and I love them both.

They aren't friends.  They are-- sort of -- "colleagues."  It's weird, but
while they are not cuddly-buddies, there are just certain things that they
come together for.  They have a job to do, and they put aside their
differences and work together.  Morning is like that.  I open my eyes, and
they are both right there, lined up perfectly, four front paws, two
black-and-white faces, four green eyes, all lined up together.  That's like
what Tak called a visit from The Cat Committee.  Hello, we are The Cat
Committee, and we are here to wake you up and re-acquaint (in the nicest
possible way) you with your reponsibility to lavish food and attention on us
immediately.  We can co-operate.  In fact, we just co-operated, taking turns
putting our delicious kitty spit into your glass of water on the nightstand.
Enjoy.  Not at all.  Take your time.  We'll wait.