There are no cats (except Charlie Tuna, who followed me out) in the backyard. None. Nada.
The door from the garage to the yard is open. All the way, so there is no problem for the cats getting in an out.
It’s not like it’s all that cold, there are high clouds, it’s about 60°. So, why are there no cats in the backyard? Why are they in the house?
I count ten in the bedroom, eight in the living room, eight in the family room and four in the office. There are a few in the garage.
The furnace goes off at ten, it’s after ten and I’ve opened up the house. Potter and Peter have joined Charlie. With the house open, it shouldn’t be too long until more cats go outside.
Then I can vacuum.
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