They all used to have their own lovely bowls, all with their names in them. Being terracotta they didn’t last all that long in our high traffic kitchen. After we broke the second set, I have yet to get around to ordering more.
So now we all eat out of a huge pasta bowl. Even if we aren’t talking to each other we all happily sit around and eat, and go back to killing each other later 
Food is the great peacemaker.
A beautiful image!
How beautiful they all are. And it is true when the food comes out a truce is called!
Gorgeous! My Siamese has gotten so dark and fat!
I almost forgot he was once white and sleek. 
Wow. I love this photo.
Velvet and Arty often take it in turns to eat – not rhyme or reason for it.