Because I was out of cat food I finally had to go to the store. I can't have feral cats starving at my back door. Alger and Farah were waiting for me when I got home, and were very happy to see me. They were even happier to see the food, of course. The rations were scant last night. Tonight they had full bowls, and spent several minutes emptying them. Then I went on and promptly fell asleep on the couch without getting my own dinner. Now I feel like eating breakfast instead, in the middle of the night. I'd make pancakes, but there are no fresh eggs. I guess I'll just have oatmeal instead.
Having this cold has made me even duller than usual. It must be a stupid virus.
Additional Stupid: I wrote this entry about eleven o'clock Fridy night and then forgot to post it until after midnight.