Can't seem to get things going today. I think part of it is ill-fitting clothing (pants way too big and no pockets!) and part is ill-fitting body (right ankle/leg/knee giving me problems). Finished most of my work and was a bit early home to Robin and, well, I don't think we're calling him Felix any more. He seems to answer best to Zed (which Robin insists is short for Zebedee, which I'm told is a Biblical name from the Testament I grew up not knowing about. But I digress. Cat, is what I'm saying. Here are some perfectly-timed kitty photos via BoingBoing.