Successfully moved Isabeau last night over to Marisa’s place…after several hours hiding under the stove, apparently she has emerged for headbutts and affection. And, apparently, she’s a Very Large Cat. This, I only sort of knew. Then, I met Maxine and Waddle (although Max doesn’t count…she’s like 143 years old) who, together, mass approximately half of Izzy.
Beyond that, it is time for the football…*grunt*