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Woke up this morning and there was a cat next to my head. Not a problem, I'm used to that. Then I moved, and the cat went "meh?". Hey, that's not my cat! Yes, it was the plaid one, who then proceeded to spend the next ten minutes while I chased consciousness going "meh" at me and making those purring chirps trying to get me to pet her. And head-butting the pillow. Didn't listen to me when I told her that her mommy was downstairs, either.

My left middle finger still hurts where I sliced it with the tip of the knife the other day, although it's not bleeding right now, which is a good sign.

Went to meeting last night, explained tablet-weaving to G, left early when the power in the neighborhood went out. Damn, but I would not want to have that happen on a night like last night, when it was -15F and -40 windchill or something along those lines. Went home, talked pearls and TW with D, went to bed. Did not expect other house inhabitants home, was surprised. Was planning on doing the cat box tonight but apparently was pre-empted.

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No, Patches was the original plaid cat. Then she moved back to SF with Rusty. Then she moved across the street to live with the neighbors. Then Birdkiller moved into our basement, and she brought Autumn with her. Since Autumn is also a calico, and it's easier referring to her as the plaid cat than it is to be calling her "Patches" half the time, she became the new plaid cat. Not that she knows her name at all, or indeed gives any indication that she knows she's being spoken to. She does, however, know immediately when another cat is being spoken to, and whines accordingly.