This is a scene from life. From left to right in the group: Franny, Nelly, Zuzu, Harpo and Booboo are all riveted by the conversation happening on top of the cage. (Probably Smokey telling Dixie— five years younger, five pounds heavier— I am the alpha and don’t you forget it.) But Miranda always knew what was most important; the cats’ squabbles were no concern of hers.
I didn’t date the picture, but it had to have been done between the end of July 2003— when I adopted Nelly— and the end of January 2004— when I bought Xena.