And I'm not talking baseball. Bella the cat is racing through the apartment, crashing into walls and trying to scrabble up windows, chasing a late-season fly. She probably thinks it's the red-tail hawk she was interested in the other day; it appears to be relatively the same size, seeing as how the hawk was thirty feet away, up in a tree. This is the same cat who last night, when I had people over, refused to show herself at all. One of my guests brought her a catnip mouse. She waited until he'd left the bedroom and then snuck out to drag it into her lair under the bed. I'm going to have to set up a cat cam or people will start to think I'm hallucinating.