The inmates are running the joint again, which is another way of saying Katherine has (again) wandered off to the West Coast for the week. This would be a fine, except her travel curse is about to nail Boston. (She leaves, we get a storm. This makes me a one man clean up crew.)
The feather has come out, litterboxes cleaned and a fountain cleaned.
I'll get other fountain tonight after dinner.
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