fur and fury

Pictured are the cats sharing the top tier of their cat tree, gazing out the window at the rainy morning.  How they're maintaining peace is beyond my imagination.  Murph wedged his 15-lbs. self next to Cleo, but there was no hissing, no growling.  They are actually touching each other. 

A sign of the apocalypse, perhaps?  Are they waiting for the first few horsemen to come riding in and then they'll go out in a ball of fur and fury?