The kittens visited overnight. I think they are trying to refactor our subconscious, one meow at a time.
All I can remember is noticing Whitey curling up near by, bed feedback from a cat in motion, and then Emily growling. I mumbled something about Whitey on the loose, and Katherine (as sleepy as I am) announces that it was Billy. It's all a haze.
What a team.
I gotta close that bedroom door ...