The Atman Cat Update, Tuesday, circa 7:45 a.m. central time, 6:45 a.m. mountain time.
Nothing new to report, and the primitives seem to have walked away from that campfire, not caring any more.
We here on the other hand care a great deal.
About the cat, not its owner, who can go pound sand, or be run over by a big semi-truck, or something.
I've been thinking about this, and based upon my own experiences with lost cats, I think the time the evil twin should start losing sleep over the absent cat would be about the time he's going to that big sold-out country-and-western concert, or two days before franksolich's birthday.
Until then, I wouldn't worry; after then, I'd start to worry.