"Don't get used to it" is what I think Mike and Tiger were grumbling to me last night when I found them snuggled up on the couch together. They don't typically spend time together that doesn't involved biting and kicking and chasing.
Tiger has a way of sauntering up to Mike and licking his head as if he likes him, but feigned affection is really just a prelude to biting his neck and goading him into fighting. Mike, being the bigger guy, will roll over, looking as if he's in the submissive position but knowing full well this is the best way to grab Tiger by the neck with his front paws while kicking him over and over again with his back paws. Tiger finds himself stuck in this position with his jaw bone clicking with each kick. This happens every single day.
So, when I found them snoozing next to each other last night, I couldn't help but take a picture. I'm pretty sure this will never happen again. Eustacia thought it was adorable while No. 1 thought Tiger's rear end must have smelled like an extension of Mike, eliminating the possibility of any affection Mike might have been feeling. Seems likely.
This photo and cat description has nothing to do with shoes during Shoe Week, but I had to offer it anyway. Cats don't wear shoes, you know, although sometimes they lay next to them, or more likely vomit on them. I don't know why that is unless it's their way of claiming territory.