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Two of Spades

They stare out at the world from their favourite West-facing window ledge. Two felines of indeterminate breeding as alike, in every detail, as two peas in a pod.

Black as night, their immaculate coats and I'm enchanted by two pairs of emerald orbs that demand of me, my facinated gaze.

They are alike in all but one thing.
One cat peers out through the window from inside the house. It stands stock still, and for the longest time, I am convinced it is a porcelain statue. The other is perched on a thin ledge outside of the window, its tail bobbing in time with the click of my footfalls.

As I approach, down the stoney front walkway, the indoor cat, springs suddenly to life, and ducks for safety behind the curtain ruffle. Its braver twin hurries over to greet me; Purring amourously as I stoop to stroke its velvet-smooth pelt.

This same phenominum occurs each time I visit this house. Sometimes they turn to face each other and attempt to rub noses through the glass. But always One is inside and the other out. It is remoniscent of some eerie on going stage show.
I wonder if the players ever change roles?