Annabelle's restless this morning.  She's all over me and the computer, but when I try to hold her, she avoids me,  Then she comes back and we redo the whole process.  She sniffs my coffee, then turns away.  The birds have not arrived, and I suspect it may be the result of the weather.  The bread is set out and it's usually eaten by this point.
Nothing worse that a bored kitty.