Joel has come back to me after a successful whirlwind trip to the mountains. He saw a grizzly with three cubs, and a pine marten. Both new things.
At one point this evening Mickle was at the door meowling her disappointment. She came when I called to her and jumped on the couch, but she didn't really settle in. I was knitting and thus my lap was unavailable. I suspect her of missing Joel, who is the prime cuddler.
Both cats went trotting to the door when they heard the key in the lock. Now they're sprawled near by. All is well in the household.
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