The kitty land bridge reopened last night after a hot summer of air conditioning, and the mass migration of three felines between two open windows was epic in scope.

Sadly, the land bridge was our bed and the migration began in earnest at 4:15 a.m. and continued unabated until 9.

Highlights of the migration included a most dramatic shadow puppet play behind the curtains, staged especially for us at 6:20 a.m. There was also a tense moment when two migrants launched a frontal assault on Scylla the pioneer, who had clearly read the 'Art of War' and maintained the high ground most valiantly.

And loudly.

By 7:40, civilized behavior had returned and the migration took on a more organized aspect, with each cat waiting his or her turn to be in any given window. This did not preclude, however, the opportunity to swat each of us in the face repeatedly so that we might be awake to see the civility we had been asking for all night.

Ah....don't you just love autumn?