I don’t know. I’m in Wisconsin. The cats are home. The kittens are at the vet. They’re getting their spayings done at the vet’s leisure and they are on display for possible homes. The big cats are home fending for themselves for attention from Daddy. Except Natasha.* She’s curled up and sleeping somewhere. She’s become amazingly tolerant of hubby’s advances and pettings and picking up and holdings.

I should be home Monday night, and I’ll be anxious to say hello to them. And hubby, of course.

*Hubby called Saturday around noon to tell me Natasha had been lonely enough to jump on his lap and purr.