This is how I like to think of them:
Of course, this sort of calm scene happens fairly rarely when they are up and about. More usually, the scene is something like this:
Note the slightly trashed aspect of the room in the background. Then the fact that Carys Socks is in the rucksack. Then that Sasha is brutalising Carys for fun. Yes, watchful, steady, calm Sasha is a brute and Carys loves it! They still spend hours every day chasing each other around and around, scattering everything in their paths and rolling each other over and over, biting, clawing and kicking. They went through a phase which, mercifully, is now over, of biting each other in the bum which must have hurt considering the yowling that accompanied it.
Both are getting spoiled rotten, please rest assured. Sasha, having just demanded and received a fuss, is currently meowing impatiently for her dinner to be replaced. Carys has taken a break from molesting the computer cursor and her Mum to toss her catnip butterfly around. She is starting to see the point in getting a fuss too. They are still devoted to one another and seem to quite enjoy having a pair of trained apes at their beck and call.
Who trained us? Madam Sandy, of course. 8 weeks gone today, but very much present!