...after his enforced absence:
After five days of cool wet painful weather brought on by the remains of Hurricane Ian, who stalled in central Virginia and slowly continued to spin ever slower and slower, yet would not die as it drifted off to the Jersey shore still funnelling a plume of wetness over our heads...
...Hobbes explores a patch of some strange radiance on the floor, the likes of which we haven't seen lo these long drearie days.
Meanwhile, Poppet is doing very well especially for a geriatric ex-feral.
She has picked up almost a pound and a half (up to 7.3 during her last weigh-in) and her attitude has returned nicely. Here, she roosts up in the tree with her tail hooked underneath. When cats of any size and stripe sleep in elevated places like trees, the tail becomes a pendulum in this manner. If they start rolling off in their sleep, the alignment between tail-tip and the CG of the body shifts and they (quite unconciously) make adjustments accordingly, thereby not falling out inadvertently. Dam clever system...