They don’t normally hang out together, as the brothers are usually chasing each other around the house.

Down here we have one area served by a cooperative for the simple reason that the local power company didn’t want to serve the area because it was too expensive, but somehow the cooperative manages to provide power to its customers at a cheaper rate than the commercial power company. ‘T is a puzzlement.

We have a whole series of privatized services implemented under JEB Bush that are costing multiples of what the same services cost when done by civil service employees. That “profit incentive” gets pretty expensive after the first year.

– Badtux the “Socialism doesn’t work? HAH!” Penguin

Cats have a normal temperature of 101°, so they like it warmer than we do.

The crew have preferred positions on cold nights, with the senior females both “tunnelers”.

They need to rethink the code down here and start planning for cooler temperatures, because recently we have started to have cooler and wetter years.

My guys are so friggin’ fat that I doubt they’d get cold no matter how cool the house got. Not that this stops them from acting like they’re freezing to death, what with TMF turning into a suspicious bulge beneath my covers all the time or snuggling up to Mencken when he’s tired of lurking…

Poor Income is too full of energy to derive much warmth from the clumping, which is also the reason the Boys got thrown out of the warm area near the radiator. As soon as he warms up he wants to do something.