Dear Diary, I'm feeling very awake and verbal today.

Every time I see Winnie I'm amazed at how big he is. He's definitely more muscular than my dad. The two of them square off frequently, though my human steps between them when she can. That's Winnie, above, beefing up on cat food. The little cat above is Comfort. She lives on the deck. Comfort is the only offspring of J Bond's litter from this summer that lived. One can never know, but she looks like my dad. I guess I shouldn't call Comfort a her as I've never actually investigated her backside to determine sexuality. I'll have to check that out some day. Comfort mostly lives on the deck now. Used to live over by the most westerly edge of the property, close to the creek. It's a good thing Comfort has moved closer to the house now, or Comfort would have been gone forever.