Yesterday I wrote that while Queenie lounges on our carpets all day, never jumping on the furniture, I discovered that she actually sleeps on our couch at night. But when I came downstairs this morning from my office on the top floor, there she was again (after I had folded up the throw I had put on sofa because of all the fur). It’s fine, and she doesn’t try to share it with us in the evening, just another funny quirk to uncover.

Something for everybody, posted earlier: