TOC is back again. He's been hanging around on and off for a handful of days, pissing off the indoor cats and squeaking his high, high meow at me. I fed him again this morning. I still have the red collar with the "Is this your cat? Call me!" tag on it. Maybe I'll try again to put it on him... soon...
The dog got me up multiple times last night. At 1:30 she was just lonely. At 2:30 I threw her outside. At 3:30 I had to bring her back inside. Any process involving moving her to/from the kitchen takes a minimum of five minutes because she walks so slowly. ARGH. I just want to go back to bed! I can't get too mad, though, really, because she is now three months from being twelve years old. That's ANCIENT for a mastiff.
I did remember to feed the frogs last night.
