Best font ever. Here is Cassie.

He's the cutest! His kinda twin says hi.

I've been looking up reviews of my 1998 novel Juniper, Gentian, and Rosemary, because reasons. I thought I'd turned off AI, but was presented with this:

I'm so sorry. Saffron demonstrates sleep for you. She does this for me when I can't sleep. Efficacy is dubious but at least she's cute.

This is the cat picture that I gave them.

I've spent a lot of the past 24 hours thinking of getting the cats into the basement. And it's more much comfort that to didn't have to worry about that. Saffron remained unconcerned.

I made a mince pie with a pile of leaves!

Here's Saffron.

Cassie is trying to feign nonchalance, but is concerned. Those are advanced pathetic cries.

Repost with your first crush.

Washing my slippers guarantees I'll step in one of those things. But you're almost there! Nuit is too small for Lady's box, but she's doing her best.

You are entirely mighty, and I'm so sorry for the day you've both had. Here's Lady Jane in an undersized box.

Saffron!

Here is Saffron, with a less cute chin, but she's all for having it rubbed too.

Cassie on my lap.

The snowdrops are up and blooming. They were up a week or more ago, and in bud, but much shorter than they have usually been when they appear in April or May. I saw with great pleasure that they are spreading. If they establish themselves under the volunteer lilac, that will be excellent.

And Ninja and Nuit.

Saffron, Cassie, Lady Jane.

Now we can dig the toes of our shoes into the dirt and nut have anything to say. Here are some current cats:

Saffron helpfully demonstrates an alternative position for when lying down gets boring.

Here she is:

Saffron wants my leftover pizza.