Fille and Mish Mush

I got dinner with my good friend Olga (who is a bit judgmental of my love of cats) on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn this evening.  On our walk from dinner to Trader Joe's I wanted to go into one of the many Arabic food stores that line the street there.  This one, in particular, drew me in, not only because it smelled so good even from the sidewalk, but because it looked like it had been there a long time... and probably harbored cats.  Well, I was right.  I present to you Fille and Mish Mush (North African names, according to the store clerk's acquaintance):

I think they are brothers, since they are nearly identical in their facial features and general rotundness.  Here is a closeup of Mish Mush, whose stripes are a bit wider than his counterpart's, hanging out in his cardboard box:

And here is Fille, smelling my doggie bag:

The clerk said there is a third cat, but I did not have the pleasure of meeting him/her.  I guess I have an excuse to go back now.