So we have two cats that hate each other. They spend their days plotting the other's demise. They hide in baskets or lurk around corners or go undercover on the couch, just waiting for the other to walk by and then BAM! Cat feathers everywhere. They aren't tussling. They aren't having a little kitten-ish good-natured fun. They want to steal each other's state secrets and then execute the other. You know. Like Spy vs. Spy. Which suddenly makes me want to go buy myself a MAD Magazine. But that's not the point.
The point is that I always say to them, "Can't we all just get along?" But then it occurs to me that some people like to define themselves in terms of their enemies. And so, apparently, do some cats.
So carry on, Cats. Who am I to interfere with your efforts to secure your identities?