How is your Feline Tribe doing these days Frank?
Essentially, most of them are accounted for.
As the nights get colder, I'm sure they'll show up to stay indoors more and more.
The ancient once-broken Gustav has been missing for about a week, but that's not unusual; when he gets hungry, he'll be beating on the door.
But thus far, the past two weeks, I've seen all of them at least once, and most of them at least one or two times a day.
There's some "reorganization" going on in the cat sociology, with the absence of Floyd, who had been the "king" cat. Harold is the senior male cat, but given his temperament (like mine), he's not too much into this "boss" thing, and by default it seems to go to the next-senior male cat, George, although Leo tries, without succeeding, to assert himself. William, the last and youngest cat to come here, is a loner.
Snow, after ignoring her son Floyd when he was in distress, is now wandering around lost, as if she misses something she thought was always supposed to be here. Snow's melancholy. Abbie, the first cat here, remains Abbie, and Ellie has been indoors more often as of late, probably because of the weather.
It's rather difficult to sleep with six or eight cats on top of one.
