I know I had fits of KF when I saw it. And though he's a big boy now, I
think he still has something of that baby cuteness about him.

They do seem to be quite happy here. When we first came back from the
island, they seemed a bit depressed, but now they're back to being happy
and playful again. A bit too playful, sometimes... The other night,
Caliban played vigorously with a foil ball for an hour or so, as I was
trying to get to sleep. Then, when he'd stopped, Miranda found one of
those mousies that rattle, and played with it vigorously for an hour or
so. Usually, they sleep snuggled up to my legs, though.

Oh, I've missed a million nice shots like that. When Caliban sees me
with the camera, it usually catches his attention completely, and he has
to come and investigate. I remember someone here once, after a day of
unfruitful cat photographing, explaining her theory about cats and
cameras. There are three kinds of cats: the ones who run towards the
camera, the ones who run away from the camera, and the one percent who
stay put. I think that was it in a nutshell. Caliban was sitting in
another box and looking very smug and proud of his box, but when I
raised the camera, he had to jump out of the box and come and check it out.