Lucky wants to play

Lucky drops a feathered ball in Bootsy's face, hoping to get him to play. (He didn't.)

The cats are getting along fine now, although there's still some jealousy and conflict when I enter into their dynamics (and probably always will be). But they're home together all day when I'm at work, sleeping on my bed. (I know that because they come out of my bedroom, yawning and stretching, when I get home.) I'm glad they're keeping each other company when I'm gone.