And by recognizing themselves I of course mean they think their reflection is an enemy ready to attack so they go beastwars accordingly. That large cat knows nothing of himself or friends. Only blood. The only ones who knew what was going on were the smarter primates. I’d take any one of those cute bastards to be my helper monkey if they weren’t so damn vain. I need Mojo to be on top of the laundry and orange juice game at all times.