Jeff, our super, has our building thermostats under control, and I am much, much happier. The chillier weather seems to only affect Annabelle, who eagerly cannot wait to crawl under my blankets around 3 AM. Thatch has been avoiding my bed, which is unusual, and Stella never shows up to cuddle until long past midnight. She stays for a couple of hours, then spends the rest of the night romping, to my dismay.