I've got a post I'm holding back on (it's dark and dreary and has fully freaked me out) that I'm not sure I'll ever be ready to share,* a whole slew of stories about Jilly the Linen Closet Kitty (she's fully intimidated by Handsome Tom, and may be having some health issues and/or turning into an Old Lady Cat of hiding-ness), and regrets that I don't have a video camera (when HT races around the house at top speed, he lacks the finer motor skills. The only way he's able to change direction is by slamming into an immovable object. It's awesome to behold).
My other old lady cat, Isabeau (Jilly's sister) is none too fond of Handsome Tom either. Still, she's left her own office closet nook and taken to hanging out in the living room for the better part of the day. When we light a fire in the wood stove, she's been so bold as to curl up before the slate hearth. Tonight, Tom chased her away... but at some point, both of them crept back to the light and the warmth. It's amazing what one can ignore:**
It's about an hour later and they're still on their respective areas of the couch. Sure, Jilly's still hiding in the linen closet, but this? This gives me hope.
*it must be said that I finally figured out what my nightmares were really about; that did help a very teensy little bit.
**apologies for the woefully poor quality of the pictures. I only had my iPhone to hand and very little natural light.