Mistrie just wanted me to tell you that she is doing fine, but getting sick of the winter. She is sleeping up on the blanket on top of the wood pile now, hidden by the wood, very safe and warm. Mine Dad sees her eyes when he peeks through the logs, while getting wood for the day. We figure it is too damp under the deck now where mine Mom put two nice insulated beds for her. She is really safe, though, in her hidey hole in the woodshed. She gets stinky goodness, along with us two calico girls, all the crunchies she wants, and fresh water. Mine Mom gives her 'tention everyday, too. She is well loved.