Bubba has been M.I.A. (missing in action) all afternoon and I just put up the fifteen-minute search for him. After some quiet mewing, I found him contented, inside the linen closet door, snuggled on my --formerly-- clean towels, knitting, happy to see me, but not eager to leave his new-found space. Skye tried to lead me there several times, but I didn't understand her body language! I guess winter has set in and he is seeking new, warmer quarters.