This is pre-dinnertime catblogging. Every day, starting around 4:30 in the afternoon, both cats make their way into the living room and start looking ostentatiously bored (Domino, on the left) or ostentatiously cute (Inkblot, on the right). Eventually they get fed. According to me, it’s because the clock strikes five and that’s dinnertime. According to them, it’s because the bored/cute act works. So the postmodernists are right: we all make our own realities, and who’s to say which one is really true?