It was a sunny, freezing cold New Year's day, which we spent, for the most part, reading. I did make a field trip in the late afternoon to refresh the troops at Maison des Chats. Surprised not to be greeted at the door by Legs, I soon found out why; he was still recovering from his last night's celebration:
(okay, really he just likes to watch the water go down)
Molly was unperturbed by my presence, and remained immobile on her makeshift throne.