Yesterday, I heard from my friend Penny that she's been unable to post comments here for some time. Then she helpfully researched the issue for me, and found possible solutions. (Penny is one of the most resourceful and helpful people I know, and she's a fine writer, photographer, animal lover, cook, and storyteller on top of that.) She can leave comments now, so I think we may have fixed the problem.
If you've been having trouble leaving comments, too, please give it another try. I really enjoy hearing from readers. I am also expect to repeat any relevant ones aloud to Possum, who is not the type to become conceited, or at least not more conceited than he already is.
In other news, the Lion got out of his room last night while we were watching "Sherlock," or possibly even "Downton Abbey." Along with the open door, I found Possum doing his best imitation of Lord Grantham as he was pacing around in the kitten's room, pretending the kitten was Branson, I suppose. Harris and Toffee were in the living room, alertly guarding or babysitting the stranger, who was under the sofa. Wendy was there, too, hissing and growling at anyone who would listen.
The Lion dashed back into his room after I shooed Possum out. But then he escaped twice more before we figured out how to wedge a chair under the doorknob. No one was the worse for a little excitement and he was in a playful, snuggly mood after meeting the three boys, which shows that he is brave. They outnumber him and are so much bigger. But it's against the rules, so he's back in isolation... and that's where I'm going, too.