Security Begins at the Farm

It's the end of an era.

My brother, a professional carpenter, is visiting, and he's doing a number of handyman type jobs for us while here.

This includes putting magnetic latches on the cabinets.

Thus will end the era of self-storing cats putting themselves away where they don't belong.

Leap of faith

If I'd only had a camera...

I was sitting on the couch downstairs, with my head at one end and my feet just past the middle. Billy was sitting on the six-foot bookshelf to my left. Rather than take the long way down -- down to the shorter bookshelf, down to the floor, and around to the front of the couch -- he made a direct leap from bookshelf to back of couch, about four feet.

And then the soft poofy cushioned back gave way, dumping him onto my feet.

Which, fortunately, were protected by a blanket but which, in their unexpected rigidity, caused him to leap straight up in the air.

From whence he cascaded down to the floor.

I was still laughing when he hopped back up, carefully sniffing around for the strange foreign objects that had interrupted his leap. Poor Billy...

Fall back

Yes, the shift to Standard Time in the US was last weekend. But the boys don't wear watches.

This is merely to report that while it took a few days, the boys have smoothly shifted to Standard Time for feeding. They were up early a few days at the beginning of the week, but were polite (for them), and today there was no meowing until ten minutes before the human alarm.

We'll take it.