Peace Breaks Out, Sort of

I blogged a couple of weeks ago about our new cat, Marvin, who has decided that of all the houses he's lived in on the island ours is the one he wants to live in, at least for the moment. As you can imagine, our other two cats, Chas and Fang, weren't all that happy with his decision. But for the most part hostilities were limited to glares and the occassional hiss. The only exception was when Fang, for some unknown reason, leaped into my lap when Marvin was lying there and all @#$$% broke out. I do hate cats fights whern they occur on my lap!! For a week after that those two, seen above, would skirt each other with as wide a margin as our small cabin allows. Fang absolutely has refused to take any responsibility for his rather dumb act and was sure that Marvin had attacked him (and vice versa). All my insistence that it was an accident fell on deaf ears.

So imagine my surprise when I came into the living room and saw both Marvin and Fang sleeping on the same small sofa. Not touching and as far away from each other as possible, but not hissing or even glaring. There's hope.