We are Tenzing and Edmund. We are thirteen-year-old littermates. We own Amy and Jeff.
Mom usually shows this photo of us first. This is us, next to a yardstick, on a full-sized bed.
[‘Our mistake was feeding them’] (Left: the belly of Tenzing; right: the enormity of Edmund)
Mom keeps separate photosets for each of us:
Loves: quilts, fabric, quilt batting, frequent small feedings, sunny spots, drinking extremely noisily, and smarting off on Twitter.
Inquisitive. Scratchy meow, wheezy purr. Weighs less, has a blunt-tipped tail and irregular markings.
Has slept on every quilt Amy has ever made. (Generally not with her permission.)
Loves: Mom, Mom, Mom, and no one else. Eating his brother’s kibble. Eating floor lint. Eating anything that won’t eat him first, and occasionally venturing past that point. (Ask him about the wasp sometime.)
A bit dim. Possessive of Amy. Loves the kittymom, likes Jeff, will bite anyone else. Itty-bitty pansy-ass meow, deeply rumbly purr. Pointy-tipped tail, very regular spots/stripes.
Also, the size of a small planet.
Mom is not known for her hesitance with a camera.