For reasons I won't go into, I was in the back yard about sunrise this
morning and noticed Avery and Ozy on the garage roof
(<http://gearbox.maem.umr.edu/tdavis/cats/2005/avery_ozy_roof.jpg>)
which left me puzzled: how did they get up there? What were they doing
up there? and How are they going to get down?  I went inside and got
my camera, and took the picture.  Then I went back inside, put the
camera away, and went into the bedroom to dress for work - Ozy was on
the bed.  More evidence in favor of feline teleportation.

A couple of nights ago I awoke to find the front end of a cat on my
chest.  Nothing unusual in that.  Naturally and automatically, I
started petting the cat.  Something didn't feel right.  I opened my
eyes, and in the dimness could make out a white face on a dark cat -
it wasn't Tigger (he was at my feet); it wasn't Avery (too big).  At
this point I was getting suspicious, so I lifted his chin and saw the
large black spot:  it was Mickey.  Mickey
(<http://gearbox.maem.umr.edu/tdavis/cats/2005/mickey_classic.jpg>) is
my neighbor's cat who moved in with me last fall.  I thought we had
reached an understanding that he was to stay out of the main part of
the house, at least when I'm home - I had fixed him up with a padded
shelf in the mud room and he had mostly been staying there, but
recently he had been coming in to demand milk/cream and to nap in
front of the freezer.  According to his humans, he has never been a
bed cat.

I think Mickey has retired from full time outdoor mouser and has, in
effect, moved into a retirement village for cats.  He just turned
fourteen.

This last picture
(<http://gearbox.maem.umr.edu/tdavis/cats/2005/fleagor_millie_cuddle.jpg>)
is of the large and small of cats: Fleagor is huge; Millie is tiny -
note that she is curled up between his front and back legs.  These two
do a lot of cuddline like this.  One time I slipped my hand between
them - it was almost hot in there.