This is Jet (my Russian Black) and Snuffles (Skippy's Bengal-Snow)
The Ancient Tree groans it's great boughs in the whispering evening breeze and utters, "Look after your pets, young elves, respect all living creatures that dwell upon the face of this earth."
The two elves look up to the knarled oak, tenderly holding their pet in their arms, and Maxwell turns to his younger brother.
"Such wise words," he smiles as they both lovingly coax the fur of their cats.