I hope you get a chance to see the niece off, one way or another. Not the time of year I would choose for going to Canada.
Shannon keeps telling me to open the back door. Then she feels the cold wind and tells me Cats Don’t Like This. I’m surprised she’s not in bed with Tom: maybe his door is closed.
Today is 34° with briskish wind. The Smudge presented herself at the back door less than a half hour ago and with great noisations announced that she wanted egress so I opened the door and she bounded out.
Moments ago I heard the back door cycle and a gray Smudge bounded into the room and hopped up on the back of the couch. This week that is her spot. Next week it will change.
It must have been too brisk. Although between now and March I'm sure we will have many much brisker days for her consternation..