One exception: early morning, when the front door lets in sun across the living room carpet. They both want that, and they're willing to share.
Generally Rufus has the front, and Tessa lines up behind him.
The day I took these two photos, she got closer than usual. She was growling quietly, but that seems to be her standard - she's always on high alert for danger, even when she's the one putting herself in the line of fire by lying behind her sparring partner.
Then the impossible happened. She moved up, threw herself down again, and put an arm over him. Rufus opened one eye and quickly closed it again - if he didn't acknowledge it, maybe it wasn't real?
But I call progress, even though it only lasted a few minutes.
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