I mentioned to Mr. L how Tarzan had seemed unhappy in San Antonio.  Mr. L said, “Of course, his adoring legions were all still here.” Of course, that was it.  Daphne, Rossie, and Ruby all adore him, and none of them were with me in San Antonio.  Also, he and Floyd have a tendency to clash, and Floyd was with us in San Antonio.  Would you rather have an adoring legion of females (if you were a male) or would you rather have your sister and another male waiting to beat you up?  It’s a no-brainer.  Even for me. I guess Tarzan will get to stay in Central Texas next time we head to San Antonio.

Walter has been coming onto the porch regularly to eat, but if he spies me through the window of the door, he bolts.  Poor kitty.

I’m trying a collar on Sneaky.  By city ordnance, she’s supposed to wear a collar with her rabies tag on it. I’m very nervous about putting collars on cats, but the new cat collars have tear away clasps.  Floyd has taken his collar off several times, so there’s no point in asking him to wear it — besides, he took the bell off.  I resized to fit Sneaky and wrote her name and her rabies tag number in Sharpie on it.  I put it on her tonight.  Who wants to bet she won’t have it on in the morning?  We’ll see.

Everyone else is doing well.