Well, the biggest news in the world today is probably what's going on with the feral cats in my backyard. Yesterday, Murphy spent much of the day about sixteen inches from Lydia's house while Lydia slept in it, ignoring Murphy's constant howling. I don't understand how she could sleep through that but she becomes instantly alert from the sound, about eight yards away, of me popping the pop-top on a tin of Friskies® Mixed Grill.
There is still no sign of Lydia wanting anything to do with Murphy but she doesn't mind Murphy approaching the cat dish and eating the untouched portions of Lydia's lunch. I see no indications of what Murphy wants with Lydia or my yard. It may just be a search for a cat-friendly yard with a complimentary cat buffet. I'll letcha know what else I observe out there.