I’ve got one trickster cat (the tabby) who randomly claws and bites for no reason, and one angelic cat (the tortie) who snuggles up and purrs at all times. This is all well and good during the day when I can tell’em apart, but at night when a cat crawls on me in the dark, I never know what fate awaits. It’s like some kind of addled Greek myth, where the cat gods are meting out punishment or reward, and I, the unsuspecting mortal, will either suffer or prosper according to their whim.

Photo taken last year when they were teenage kittens. #Caturday