It's Monday and the mancats are outside; one on the front porch, and the other on the bench in the sun and the wind.
Dylan likes to roll around on the bricks first. It's a matter of ritual for him -- and I guess it feels good, too.
Dante's sitting nicely on the bench, eyes turned toward the street watching the passers-by. The wind is whipping his floofy coat into fiery little peaks -- sort of like a ginger meringue.
Dylan sniffs tentatively.
Dante shifts to get maximum sun.
Dylan decides to give me a nice mancat pose, just because it's Monday.
And Dante sits still for his close-up.
Dylan finally makes the trek from the porch to the front patio, and once again goes for a roll on the bricks. These ones have been warmed by the sun, so the feel is completely different.
Dante stands to watch his brofur's shenanigans.
Dylan is all curled up right under Dante's feet.
Dante decides to make the first move and greet his brofur by sniffing his neck.
The two have a brief little kiss. They really love each other, you know!
And with a sudden blast of wind, Dylan's off again, this time looking to go back inside. His shorter fur can't withstand the cold like Dante's can.
Meanwhile, Dante makes the best of this Monday morning and continues his sunbath, wind or no.
What have these two mancats taught us today? I think it's that relatives are important and you should always keep in touch, no matter how briefly. Real mancats have their priorities straight.