It's official, Whitey is messing with me.
Monday, he burrowed under the quilt as soon as I came bed, and basically stayed there until his periodic leaning on me caused me to nudge him sufficiently hard that he left in the pre-dawn hours.
He also appeared for bed promptly last night (sans the burrowing), and was still at Katherine's feet at 7 AM.
It's the cold weather. Don't worry--he's still REALLY aloof.
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