I wanted to sleep in but Annabelle and Thatch have other plans for me. So, they're fed (flaked tuna), the birds are fed, andI'm on my first cuppa coffee. I think Annabelle is bored with the birds, but Thatch's enthusiasm for them runs at a manic gallop. She's happier now tossing things off shelves, and his giddiness running from the cat tree to the leap from the radiator to the window to examine their behavior is too cute for words.