Kitty cleanup is finished and the bed is made. I've been worried that Annabelle was feeling poorly but this morning her friskiness is driving me mad. She's knocked things off the table, leaped from here to there and pillar to post. In a chase with Stella, she leaped onto my keyboard, nearly sailing off the table with it. Sher's been chatting at me, and I am thrilled to know she;s okay.