“Kill! Kill! Kill!” cries the silver, claws deployed.
“Can we eat it when it’s dead?” replies the gold, licking her lips.
These are, we’re finding, likely to be their natural dispositions. The little silver will run around and terrorize the cat toys, sheets, blankets and body check her sister into the food bowl. The little gold girl will chow down enthusiastically, come out to play here and there but come running at the sound of kibble in the bowl. And the gooshy food… oh my.