I caved this morning and turned on the central heater and set it for 70F degrees. It’d gotten to the point where it was too difficult to wash my face and do my morning routine while shaking so hard that I’m afraid I’m gonna put out an eye with my toothbrush.

I think Dodo has g0tten puffier. His winter coat is very dense and longer than his regular coat, and Scottish Folds have more rounded-off builds already, but this morning, looking down at him as he unfurrowed from his “C” in the cat bed, he was like a large round black and white poof. Brushing him didn’t appear to shrink him any, but it made me 25 minutes later getting in the car than I expected to be.

I don’t get it. I must step through some miniature Bermuda triangle in between the kitchen and the garage.