Bratty catty & Good dog

This one (aka Napoleon) nearly bit the dust last week when he almost bit my face off.

For the FIFTIETH TIME!!!

It was "new home" or "death" ...



Not even Margie's sheparding skillz worked.



...He seemed to sense that something was up and had a cat conference about it over dinner one day.



...afterwhich he seemed unbelievably cuddly, as if to prove himself to me.

And i decided that he could stay. How could i break these two up?




Or these two?

Jon's Beloved.