Wednesday was my friend, the poor old grouch.
There’s some sunbeam occuring now, so White Cat can find a place to lounge. I haven’t seen Yellow Cat for a few days; maybe he’s cruising a different area of the neighborhood this week.
I can hardly wait for a sunbeam to occur here. Some days, I think I’ll never be warm again.
Yellow Cat may be using psychology: absence makes the heart grow fonder.