My little guys.

We had a thunderstorm this afternoon, a pretty bad one.  I had to sit in the hall with Duncan on my lap and Jock sitting beside me demanding I pay attention to hem.  Missy was on the other side.  Duncan and Missy are terrified of storms so every time we have one, I wind up on the floor in the hall.  That hall is blocked from any outside light so they don't see the lightening.  But they do hear the thunder.  So we spent an hour on the floor.  And about halfway through, as if there weren't enough animals on my lap, Spats decided he wanted in on the action.  This cat would not let anyone touch him until he was about 12 years old.  Now we can't get him off us.  He wants constant attention and petting.  Storm is over and now everyone is asleep.  They are resting up for tonight so they can keep me awake.  Well, Spats keeps me awake.  Every one else just wants to sleep and everyone gets really annoyed with Spats and his cruising around the bed most of the night.  Honey is doing great after her surgery.  She will get the stitches out on Monday.