Dan and Bagel Bites were beefing. I stepped in to mediate and suddenly- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE. Bagel Bites …is a GIRL.

After the Second Supper, when the bowls lay empty and the clowder drifted toward dreams, four feline souls gathered upon the narrow couch arm. In an impossible alignment of whiskers, warmth, and questionable choices, they formed the legendary Armrest Accord — a sacred stack of unity, comfort, and post‑feast contentment.