It's been far too long since I last told of my tales of feats (paws?) and wonders! I could whisk off multitudes of reasons for my prolonged delay - a hot and dreary summer during which I slept 20 to 22 hours a day, a battle with those cretinous black blood suckers that multiply and abound during the summer months implanting themselves in my fear and clinging with their heartless teeth (teeth with hearts...oy the poor mixed metaphors of too long a writing break) despite all my arched-back stretching and scratching against walls, and of course my monthly exchange of blows (verbal of course) and zingers between myself and Miss. Tabitha Furstein, the vixenous molly of Clinton St. But all of that has passed, the winter months have come, Thanksgiving is behind us (and thankfully no one in New Orleans reverted back to that one fall a hundred years ago when Turkeys were sparse and cats were cooked for the big meal), and I am back to working on my cat history, on okay terms with Tabitha Furstein (for now), and if you come by and see me, I promise to be livelier than I've been in past months. Just let me pretend you're a mouse, at least for one or two crouch and pounces.