days_unfolding

The cats were tripping out tonight. First, Mimi and Zara got into a yowling fight, which had me running downstairs to break it up, feed them, and separate them. Then Harlee started meowing loudly. I wound up leaving my dinner to sit with her for a long time to get her to quiet down. My neighbor was knocking on the wall, but there's only so much that I can do if Harlee wants to meow. This evening was an example of how little control I have over the cats, really. They have minds of their own, albeit tiny kitty brains. I was wondering if it was a full moon, and yes, it is.