Had I gotten the memo, and complied, I could have dug out my Black Cat costume to wear to work. However, that would make me the fourth black cat here. This must be the easiest costume to put together. I'm glad I didn't get the memo.

Speaking of cats, Eliot must have met his match last night. We overheard his rumble behind the fence- not uncommon for our little neighborhood bully. A while later, he was at the back door looking a little out of sorts. And again this morning, he was moving very slow. No bloodshed or injury found, maybe just a little bruising of his ego.