I almost LOL’d at Jake yowling through the house. I mean, that’s what cats are for! Comic relief.
The dog barking has only been since Tom has been too ill with dementia to take him out or let him out on the leash. The neighbor, however, cleans house at night. I’ve tried to be respectful of her since I moved in. Life is different here.
Now I’m going to go sort pills.
I have to sort vitamins only once a week, or less frequently if there are days I forget to take them.
Jake has probably found a warm spot to catball. Shannon has come in to eat, and then she’ll go back out and wait for something to kill.
Almost time to roust out the yutes. James was late yesterday morning, so they get called five minutes earlier today.