Leo’s not come home yet.
As best I can tell Woody did no lasting damage yesterday, though the Venetian blinds in my office needed some massaging back into shape.
He’s a fairly smart cat–he knows how to get a window open if the latch is thrown. I think that’s what he was trying yesterday.
Woody’s not calm this morning.
Tails is still Tails–she’s far more interested in the neighbor’s cat, staring at her through the windows of the living room, than she is in Woodrow. Knowing Tails, she’s probably wishing that Woody would just take a chill pill.
Life goes on. Off to work.