The white one is Jeeves, and the orange one is Bertie Wooster.
Their favorite hobbies include chewing through cables, knocking stuff off the counters, gnawing on my knitting needles, rolling around on freshly made beds, and getting really, really stoned on catnip, then raiding the pantry for bread. They’re dumb as fuzzy little bricks.
They’re also convinced that the entrance to Narnia is either behind the dryer, or in my closet. I keep telling them it’s not; I’ve looked, after all, but they don’t believe me.
