This morning we have Shrödinger and Gomez cuddling with Boris The Fluff Bucket.
You may have seen me mention that Boris and Gomez are buddies and partners in crime. Boris isn't especially athletic and specializes in cupboards, etc. at or below waist level... unless he senses Gomez has found some contraband that's hop-worthy, and then he'll hop up to share the loot. He looooves to chew into bags.
Like that bag of dry pinto beans in the cupboard (before we secured it): pinto beans all over the kitchen floor. Or, inexplicably, brown paper shopping bags reduced to confetti. I really don't mind.
Shrödinger isn't a troublemaker at all. But he has anxiety disorder, which was causing him to pee in various places, especially at night when the cats are left on their own in the front of the house so we can sleep. Occasionally I used to hear conflict out there.
Now he's getting Prozac (the vet said this was the best treatment for peeing like that) and he sleeps in the bedroom with us. No more peeing, and I no longer hear any disagreements.