The Mudcat is part feline and is by nature finicky and not interested in anything around her. I have noticed that 8:00 am in my time zone is when she is away, prowling the alleys of cyberspace and knocking over garbage cans (she is a rather large feline, and they are small garbage cans). It amuses her the way we wait for that temperamentally swishing tail to tell us she's back and waiting to be stroked. Maybe if we use the cookies and milk/Santa approach, she'll come and share a dish of tuna with Hobbes while we're all nestled in our beds, dreaming of our next rendezvous with our friends at the Forum.

I may have had too much coffee.