Yes, we have eight. Housecats.  Because we do not want nine.  Sneaky (Mr. L calls her Squeaky, and I sometimes call her Sneakers) has decided otherwise.  She’s living here.  She wants to. She wants ear rubs.  On the side porch steps and nowhere else.  We oblige. So we have nine. One outdoor and eight indoor cats.

We feared Rossie would regress when she returned to Central Texas; however, she has continued to interact with Mr. L (I’m still persona non grata as far as she’s concerned), though at a somewhat reduced frequency.

Ruby still has a hiding place upstairs that we have not found yet.  We plan to make a methodical search this week.  I don’t mind that she has a hiding place.  I just need to know where it is. (Yes, I realize that ruins it for her.)

Everyone else is doing well.