Whitey lost his dinner last night, but seems okay now. A mitigating factor is that he had CatSip (milk for cats) before dinner last night, but that's never given him trouble in the past.

The most interesting thing about Whitey overnight is that he wanted to sleep where my feet go in the bed. This is MUCH better than last night, his tummy troubles appear over.

If you think cats don't come when called, you've never seen me yell "Whitey, Dinner!" at supper time. The volume wakes him up, and the associated food preparation noises send him trotting down to the kitchen. Alas, last night's normalcy ended with...

Someone scratched Oscar on the nose. Again. And again, we suspect he deserved it. We just wish he'd learn before someone gets seriously hurt.

Oscar's behavior seems strange this morning. First off, someone scratched his nose last night. We assume he deserved it, as the boys are not prone to stalking him unbidden. (They are more likely to power wash him!) But Katherine thinks he acted...