We here at the Crabitat are not entirely sure what is going on here. We are not sure that we really want to know. But, in descending order, we have ill-tempered, dog-hating old cat, wife’s beagle-pug mix (or pugle) and least-senior spaniel-nincompoop mix who has adopted me.
They may be plotting something.
It’s a conspiracy, dude. You’re doomed.
That’s what I’m thinking…..
Aww … an Obama fix, to be sure. Hopey/Changey …
Surely there is Obama “hope” for Israel and Palestine, eh?
maybe they got tired from chasing each and called a temporary truce and took a nap. kind a like hockey intermission?
Nothing like a good sunbeam for the critters to put all their differences aside. But wait until the sun goes down…
They are in a trance, pooling their psychic abilities to control you. You will soon feel an uncontrolable urge to get treats out of the cabinet and walk blindly around the house, dropping cat and dog treats as you go.
They are sharing the place where the sun does shine.
If you would turn on the heat, they wouldn’t resort to such desperate measures.
Now put ‘em all in the kennel, and come down here to Florida and help me eat this big ol’ lobster!
LOL
Nah, they already got my wife doing that.
What a sweet picture!