A pictorial cat story

Most of you know that I have 2 cats - Harry and Ron who are very cute and were named after the Harry Potter characters by their furry godmother Sha. When they were brought home by my then-boyfriend (now-hubby) and The Blonde as a b'day pressie for me a couple of years ago, they came in a little basket in which they could both fit very comfortably.

Now, because they are older and because I am a sucker (as soon as they miaow pitifully, I feed them), they are much bigger than they used to be and so they don't both fit in the basket. Harry (the multi-cloured one) has decided that the basket belongs to him, so everytime Ron (the ginger one) tries to sit in it, he either throws him out or just doesn't get out at all. So we get this:

Last Sunday, my parents gave me a larger basket for the cats which, I realised, would fit both the cats quite comfortably. Or at least, Ron could relax in it while Harry sat in the other, smaller one. I got it home and they sniffed at it.

A few minutes later, I found this:

I just can't win, can I...