…into the safely-walled garden, thus letting Tanner out of the basement.

We are going to have to let them meet. We thought about doing it yesterday. But we decided to do it on a day when the vet is open. Not that we’re pessimists. In my fondest dreams, they will establish the basement stairs as no-cats-land and reenact the Maginot Line.

But probably somebody will at least get slapped. Best we can do. Getting them stoned on catnip is not guaranteeing they’re happy drunks. I’ve seen it go pearshaped.

But, well, we will see.

I’ve moved the sonic device to the garage to deter mice. Hoping so.

We did get the window wells in, but have not finished refilling the holes in which they sit.

I have located the pond winter cover, but Jane set it outside the fence and locked the gate, so I do not feel like retrieving it on this rainy day.

We’re approaching the point we trade power to the waterfall for power to the winter floating heater, that keeps gas exchange going during the winter—the fish need one hole in the ice.

Otherwise most of our troubles are allergies.

We are doing the page proofs for Alliance Rising. Looking clean.

Doing raisin-bran meatloaf again tonight. It’s great for this weather. Kinda chilly out, 36 at night, 40’s in the day. We’re going to work up to a sunny 61 on Friday so we are not totally out of cat-exercising weather, but we want to see if we have war or peace while we still have SOME options. I really don’t want to have to get Tanner a kitten for company. I don’t, I don’t. Two is company, three is a crowd, and 4 is crazy cat lady territory.