JohnnyCashCat has officially moved back to his original apartment in the feed room.
I suspect he was getting claustrophobic in the hay barn, now that it is finally full.
Of all the time-warpedness I'm feeling lately, having lost a few weeks of September, nothing makes me shake my head more
than looking at the full hay barn. How did that happen? It's like the hay fairies filled it up when I wasn't watching,
which I guess isn't all that far from the truth.
Johnny: I'm ready for my dinner.
Johnny: Did you not hear me the first time?
Johnny: I could use a new bed, too. All the fluff is gone out of this one.
Johnny: Look! There's CeeCee. She'll feed me if you won't.
Me: Hate to tell you this, but you'll have to wait your turn.
Me: She's busy enjoying her last evening with the herd.