The Hots have gone. Mom's got the windows closed. I'm spending most of my time on anything fleece I can find (fortunately there is -lots- of it around) and on the fleece pillow in my nifty tent. The tent is up against the heater, so it's going to be nice and toasty once the heating monster going.
Mom says not yet.
Oh and she says the upstairs next-door neighbors are being really obby-nox-ess. Actually, that's not the word Mom said. Mom used a few words from the bad werds list. Dunno what that's all about, but it's really got her upset.
Have I told you lately how glad I am to be a Cat?