Here they are in the depths of late summer, relaxing in their catnip bush in the front walkway. Such happy boyfriends. So handsome. So elegant. So large and in charge! I am writing this entry on October 5th and Arcy has had sort of a rough week. He has a cold, so he's been sneezing and wheezing and so uncomfortable. A few days ago, he was so miserable that he sat of his own free will in my lap as we watched the VP debate. Afterwards I wrapped him up tight in a red blanket tent downstairs. He spent the whole night in that tent, never getting up to join us upstairs in the bedroom. I came down the next morning, and hugged him in his tent, and he got up, stretched, and then walked calmly into the kitchen for a lumberjack-sized breakfast, sip of water, and trip downstairs to take care of his business. I knew he was turning the corner. So, he's still a bit under the weather, but I know he appreciated being fussed over and being put into this intensive care ward red blanket bed. What a sweetie pie!