Kingston and Middledown

With the names Kingston and Middledown, one would expect a pair of dashing gents scurrying about in an early twentieth century black-and-white silent picture playing at one-and-a-half times speed. Kingston, the royalty, with a top hat, monacle, and ever-twisting mustache, would proudly trot around the streets with his magnificent cane. Middledown, the simpler chap, looking like a newsie who hadn't bathed in a week, would follow eagerly behind. Were any music to accompany this wild ride of haberdashery, it would be Yakkity Sax.

But these are not men. No. They are but house cats banished to live their lives on the balcony of a residential complex.