Day seventy-eight

January 19, 2013: I do believe our house has become cat central. Even the cats that belong to other people hang out at our house. One which is a Siamese bread of some sort has basically adopted our family. He has been named Bandit since the black fur on his face looks a bit like a mask. And now his sister or daughter (we're not sure which it is) won't leave our front porch. There is this really poofy one. There is also a tailless one. I love to watch the tailless one run. It is really funny. At least back in Bend we owned a few of the cats that stalked our yard.