I love kitties. Even if they do drive me nuts, sometimes.

So, I'm taking care of a friend's cat, Isis, for two months. She reminds me of my old cat Buddha, since she's big and fat, with tuxedo markings (only difference is that she's grey and, well, female). Tylor seems to get along with her pretty well, too (I'm hoping that they will sit cuddled close to each other eventually, like our old cats did, but that's probably too much to hope for ;).

Unfortunately, since both cats are former strays, they both enjoy their food a little too much... (Plus, Isis gets diet food, while Tylor gets regular old cat food.) So earlier, that led to this:

Me: *walks into kitchen*
Tylor: *eating Isis's food*
Me: >:( No Tylor! Not your food! *places Isis's food bowl out of reach*
Me: *walks upstairs to check something, then goes back into kitchen*
Isis: *eating Tylor's food*
Me: >.> *sighs, puts Tylor's food bowl out of reach*

Ah, kitties. Gotta love 'em. <3