Yet another cold day with a fierce wind and scattered but strong showers. The cats do not approve. For some reason they find these old wool and flannel blankets to be the perfect vessel for a contented nap. So I keep the ugly things on this bed. When they’re being washed, I’ve seen Jasper stomp around on the bed and have a mild fit. So they stay, detracting from the grandeur and color scheme of this room but providing an unfathomable quality to the cats. And so it goes.