So much for making the bed.
Two cats, one brain. Click on the photo to get a larger version:
Usually we can tell which one of the brothers Fang possesses the brain at any given moment by his exhibition of intelligent behavior. Whichever cat is awake generally has the brain. Notable exception: when Edmund wanders around the house yelling his kitty arias at the top of his lungs because Tenzing didn't want to play with him, dammit.
No intelligent being would make those noises. Especially not at three in the morning.
If you're wondering which Fang is which, Fang-the-sniffy (aka Tenzing) is on your left. Fang-the-fat, aka Edmund the Lard-Ass-Of-Doom, is on your right. Using his brother for a foot prop, no less. (That, along with gratuitous ass-biting, are what kittybrothers are for.)
They really are this wretched on a regular basis. Pathetic. Just pathetic.
(And yes, I refer to my cats in the collective. I would, even if it were just Edmund, because Edmund alone practically qualifies as a collective just by weight. At 20…ish… pounds, Edmund alone qualifies as at least two of Brian & Suzan's cats. They may have more instances of cats, but we have more Cat.)