The other morning, I woke up and Rufus and Ellie were laying at the end of our bed, spines touching. I tried to get a picture of this but of course they moved. (Naturally). When I told a friend about this, she asked, "How old is Rufus now?"
"Oh, lord," I said, "He's got to be at LEAST 10. I think he's more like 12." (Ellie is probably 9 or 10 herself).
"Well, they've established a relationship," my friend said.
"Yeah, it's a weird one. Half the time, she lays, sprawled out in the sunny window and he's huddled on the stair below. You can almost hear him thinking 'Gee, I'd like to sit in the sunny window too but she's taking up all the room.'"
My friend laughed and said, "Poor Rufus! They remind of me two cranky folks in the senior home. They might screw now and then and they'll eat dinner side by side but the rest of the time, they ignore each other!"
Yep, that's Rufus and Ellie all right!