My friend was over this evening dropping something off and we settled into
the chairs at the front entrance to chat for a while.

Otis and Chester had just been confined to the house before they could
wander, due to the alluring warm nights and the coyotes that roam at night.
Otis was *really* mad.

Our entire conversation was raised a little in order to get over the sound
of relentless yowling and scratching at the door.  Elena couldn't believe it
when Otis got up on the piano by the window right behind my head.  He
started fighting with the blinds there, leaned way over to poke his head
behind the blinds, and started yowling very earnestly.  Eventually, he
worked his way between the heavy plantation shutters and the window, yowling
and banging the shutters the whole time.  My friend seemed to think it was
funny - I knew that Otis would get revenge early tomorrow morning.

Chester was peacefully looking out the back window creating absolutely no
problems.

Susan M
Otis and Chester