With Katherine still gone, the house was dark when I got home at 7:30 or so.
As I came up the front porch I could just see inside. What I saw was the newel post, with an attentive Whitey perched on it. Also in attendance was the rest of the crew waiting for me; Billy was down on the floor and Emily up towards the landing of the stairs.
None of this was a surprise, as they do it regularly, but it was still nice on a dark cold night.
It was kitty treats all around for my loyal feline friends.