Laurel is curled up and asleep. I think Hardy is in the basement, chasing mice.

I dont know them in their quirks enough and personalities to write yet a short story about them.

I really hope I get to write a story about them and detective Goat-cheese. But they stay inside all day so they have much less adventures to retell.

I am simmering on this story and trying to think up a few details and a plot.

Maybe about the feral cat who comes by the window to hiss at them? or the tabby pure bred gorgoeus who was a friend of Tummo and came back to see her but saw these two new cats instead....