The kitten wars were waged daily between two and three on the throw pillows that filled the bay window in the den, overlooking the garden. The afternoon light would pour through the glass in long, warm shafts, and Mittens, Moxy and Moe would each seek the best, warmest spot on the comfiest cushion. Inevitably, they bumped into one another, or outright pushed the other off the cushion. And then the battle would begin. Sometimes with claws, always with biting, jumping and diving. The winner would curl around the button in the middle of the Favorite Cushion, taking a victory nap.