Little terrorists covered in fur

I heard this description just a few days ago, and it definitely fits the species. Not all of them, of course; just around 99,9%...

While I'm trying to write this post, furred terrorist number one is lying on the carpet and staring at furred terrorist number two, that decided to jump in front of the computer screen, as usual.

"Who, me??"

Yes, miss terrorist, you. And there's photographic evidence of previous wrongdoing!

They do bright up a house, that's for sure. And truth be told, these two are as sweet as it gets, although my couch doesn't agree with me at all. I can't bend over near furred terrorist 1 since he will be trying to bump heads with me, and as soon as I go to bed furred terrorist 2 will immediatly appear, snoop around for a minute, and then coil at the end of the bed, my night protector. When they're not bumping heads or sleeping in the bed, this is where we normally find them:

Also in single version, of course:

Funny how characters are so different; part of cat's charm, no doubts. The female is the adventurer one (furred terrorist 2):

Is it possible to jump there? I'm going.

Can I paw it until it falls over? I'll do it.

Meanwhile the male is much more chill... that is, until he's bored and picks on terrorist 2. The weight difference gives him the upper hand, but miss terrorist does strike back. Good thing is, they got along pretty well after they met, so all the running around and nibling is just fun and games. They are both rescue cats, the female came pretty young, and the male shortly after, already a young adult.

Who would say such angelic looking creatures can create such havoc in my small apartment? They even try to invade my napping spot!

Well, it is what it is. Cats will be cats. And as the current cat-sitter for the next couple of weeks, I'll be sure to enjoy the furred terrorist's company, while trying to prevent my house destruction.

They definitely seem to have a sixth-sense: they're probably guessing I'm writing about them, since female terrorist keeps trying to jump in from of the screen, and for the second time I have to get my ass up from the chair and investigate the strange noises coming from another part of the house (and of course, none of the cats has anything to do with it...).

Looking at these sweet faces, all wrongdoing is forgiven. They're cats... that's what they do! :)