Thatch gave me a scare. Just after I turned off the lights, he uttered a long scream from his perch on the windowsill. Because of his heart, which will eventually kill him, any behavior or sound from him that is out of his usual range of sounds or activity - and he is a very sweet, relatively contented little cat - puys me into panic mode. So, I turned the lights on to track him down and check on him. Luckily, it was nothing, and he spent most of the sleeping beside me. This morning, he ate his breakfast before gobbling up Stella's and Annabelle's leftovers.