Oh yes, I forgot to add more news about the Grumpier Old Man *pretending* to not like the cats (See previous entry). The other night I went outside to call Charlotte in, and after she didn't appear after a few minutes, he was out with a flashlight helping look for her. There is also still a ladder on the picnic table on the back patio. He put out there the other day when she was cavorting on the roof to be sure she could get back down.

Yup. He hates cats, all right.