The weather continues cold and drizzly. Yar has spent the past two days curled up on the futon in the front room, on top of the laundry that I keep saying that I'll put away TODAY. He starts moving again right around dusk and then spends his nights outside in the wild, silly cat. It's wet and cold and rainy, and it's bad enough in the daylight.

The Cat With a Thousand Names, he's a different story. He's just come in from his morning jaunt, and has occupied my lap to warm up. He purrs quite a bit these days, probably realizing that he gets held longer when he does.

Jazz Cat remains our little Wild Thing. Based on our last few walks around the neighborhood, I think I've figured out which one is her "other" house. It is my theory that she is hoodwinking the couple a few houses up into believing she lives there. At the very least, I think she spends a fair amount of time in their yard.

With the weather the way that it is, I keep expecting to wake up to find the bed invaded by round fur bodies, but it hasn't happened yet.