Kitten Britches shows every indication of becoming a hostess. Dennis has people in to our house for seminars and Britches has taken to coming and sitting in their midst, walking from one to the next and sizing them up. Then she shows off for them, playing with her (now stuffed instead of real) mice. I have not yet witnessed this myself, being always away when they are there, but I may stick around next time to see this transformation. I am missing MomCat, Britches’ mother. This time last year were the last few days we had with her. No red wings yet, but I heard the finches this morning.