Somehow Fi has sensed that she must go into hibernation for this rainy afternoon. Trips outside mean being way-laid by Mom upon re-entry, with a towel to wipe off muddy paws. It simple is not worth the trouble, Fi thinks.
All kitty friends (term ‘friends’ used loosely at this point) are sleeping in baskets of warm laundry or sandwiched between pillows on the bed or sprawled on the clerestory ledge in the kitchen. No action here, alas.
And Fi is tired! From chewing up a large sponge, a small piece of firewood, one whole new rawhide chewy, and several used dryer sheets.