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Barry has just jumped up next to me on the couch for scritches, then poked his head behind the curtains for a peek at the front yard. Mac has been out of sight and quiet for a while. Evil is happening, I'm sure. Wait, he's now reappeared to jump onto the top of the bookcase by the window, to peek behind the curtains for himself.

My cold is somewhat better, though I now have an impressive cough.

First contact

The rock, however, didn't move, so Mac jumped out and went away.

Settling in just fine

I've given them the run of the house this afternoon. I've discovered: Mac didn't know what a shower is. Mac climbed into my bottom drawer and squeezed himself all the way to the back, for what reason I do not know. Barry is very good at getting out of the way of the camera when I want to take a picture. Barry is also the only one I've caught trying to sharpen his claws on my couch.