Brothers. George on left. Horatio on right. Enjoying the view.
Horatio: “George, you’re all up in my grill. Could you find somewhere else to occupy space?”
George: “Sure thing, buddy. Riiiiiiiiight here looks good.”
George receives nasty mew and dirty look from Horatio (not captured on camera)
George: “God, FINE, I’ll sit somewhere else.”
George: “It’s not fair. He ALWAYS gets the good spot on this ledge.”
George: “Can I come snuggle with YOU??”
Horatio: “Please get him out of here. He’s driving me crazy.”
If you or anyone you know would love a kitten who has no sense of personal bubble, contact me. George is your man. Cookie Monster already demands all of my personal space.