I'm minding the store solo for a while again. I spent much of the morning
downstairs, and when I came up, I checked on the boys. Billy is on the stairs on sunbeam patrol, and his brother was curled up high in the library cat tower.
I say was because with no prompting from me, Whitey padded into my office, hopped on on my desk, and has settled down for a nap on the pedestal for the silver kitty warmer. This is despite the warmer itself being packed in my briefcase.
I guess he likes the company. It's mutual.
Sleep well, kitten.
Updated: I left, he left. I came back, he came back. I think he likes me.