Snuggle Siblings Strike

     "Bodacious Brother B-"

"Big Brother BELSAM!"

     "B-Baaaah!"

*****

To some, it would appear to be two hats shouting, but to those of the Villa, nothing was amiss.  The lush green grass growing saw the sight of two toppers toppling to reveal a tabby of orange and yellow, and bowled over by a bigger, black body.

They snuggled shamelessly, certainly, until more shouts approached, matched by another hat.

*****

"Wyatt!  Belsam!"

     "Little Liam!"

          "Lucky little lurker!  Lookit!"

*****

And then there were three head hiding humps on the ground.  Blue, black and mottled blue; in a heap, yet still holding on to the shafts of wheat and wand of sweets.  The siblings themselves resumed the puddle pile of purr.  Pleef Ploofs peered patiently, and pretended they didn't want that spot.

The day passed, and the purr pile stayed put.  Passersby might have mistaken them for mundane meowers, not that they'd have noticed, or minded.

And while it certainly wasn't as though they refused access to anyone else who might want to join, no one approached.