Hello Lambpoonies!
Apologies for the long, thick, hoggish silence the last several weeks. I never stopped taking photos but these damned critters are onto me. Us, I mean. They're onto you too by now.
Anytime my camera comes out, these maniac cats calm themselves quicker than a Nazi in 1945. I’ve tried to explain the rigmarole helps put food in their bellies, but they just look at me and I’m not convinced they understand.
This seems likely, since they're both horrible communists. I hope it’s a phase. Otherwise, they’d be named Marx and Engels. Or Stalin and Trotsky. Not sure. Not Colonel Meow in any event.
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