I woke up in the middle of the night last night. It wasn't the cats;
they were snoozing peacefully by my legs. They were spooning, with
Frank's arm around Nikki. Aww! As I peered at them through the dusk, I
saw that Nikki's head was resting on something light-coloured. I reached
out and touched it gently. It was soft and fuzzy. She had brought Piggy
into bed and was using him as her pillow! Double aww!

It's been quite cold lately for March in Helsinki. It goes down to
around -20 C (-4 F) during the night. During the day, as the sun warms
up our glassed-in balcony, it gets nice and toasty, and the cats have
been enjoying the rays on their shelf out there. But Nikki is too
impatient in the morning, and wants to go outside while it's still very
cold. She complains at the door, I go and open it, and she sticks her
nose outside. She sniffs the cold air for a few seconds, then she shakes
her head vigorously - nope, not warm enough yet - and backs inside
again. Ten minutes later, she's complaining at the door again. I just
think that head shake is so funny. Maybe the cold air stings her ears.