The cat population is settling down. Boo and Scout, while not entirely enthusiastic about the change in the status quo, are being stiffly cordial to Dixie. The three of them have "helped" me all day, as I tackled another pile of the closet clutter.
Dixie's idea of helping leaves a lot to be desired. She has learned to climb up on the ottoman and get between me and my newspaper and the television.
Her idea of helping with the clutter is to get in the box of books I've sorted out and knock them all helter-skelter so Mommy has to pick them up and restack them. Fortunately I found a purple tennis ball that she appropriated and entertained herself with rolling and tumbling all over the room.
In other news, while I resisted Facebook for a long time, I've begun to dabble in that environment and I've become hooked on a game called Farm Town. I'm busy planting and harvesting all kinds of crops. My grandfather would be shaking his head in disbelief. It does, however, teach you that you won't make a lot of money farming and if you want some inprovements to your farm, you are going to have to plant a lot and not go spending your money on indulgences.
Like cat food.