Well, well, we come to a new report.  Tom is doing wonderfully, handling the cold nights late in this February.  He is an indoor cat during the eay and is outdoors at night.  I offer him sanctuary inside when it is stormy or too cold for me.  He has agreed to come inside around ten p.m. when it is below freezing.  He is allowed to stay in the utility room which has a door to the powder room, so that he won't awaken me.  Otherwise, he would love to share my bed and back up hard against my back and sleep with me for a time.  Then, restless, he would be coming and going all night long interupting my sleep.

This week I was reminded of the toliet paper commercial showing cats reared up to the mounted roll and delighting themselves in unrolling every last sheet on the roll.  Tom has passed most of his nights inside sleeping on the rug in the utility or the powder room.  Occasionally he opens the cabinet door and en-joys looking at, or pulling out a couple of hand towels.  But this week he attacked the paper roll.  It is not that he likes to unroll it.  No!  He loves to get his toes and claws into anything soft.  He claws deeply into the new rolls and pulls out fragments of paper which I find on the floor.  Not only that, but he leaves behind on the roll a veritable work of art.  PERFORMANCE ART AT ITS BEST.