As soon as I was dressed, I cleaned the dishes and litter since Annabelle was itching to get on patrol. Little Thatch was waiting at the door, and as soon as I opened it, he dashed out into the hall. Annabelle strutted out and headed down the hall on her usual promenade, and I carried the litter to the compacter. Coralling two cats will be interesting, I thought, but if Thatch was hot to trot to explore. I thought it was time to confront the situation.