Fighting

On the platform at Gare Cornavin, two pigeons were fighting over bread crumbs. While they were fighting, another pigeon finished their bread.

Last night as we were watching The Chase, Clea and Babette started a fight, rolling on the floor, legs kicking, ears back and fur flying. It stopped as suddenly as it started with both cats feeling a large need to wash themselves immediately, although they may not be speaking.

I am not good at fighting, name calling, sulking. It is such a waste of the precious time we have.

Discussion, negotiation yes--fighting no!

Who will tell the pigeons, the cats, the armies?