Atmosphere and furballs ...

I was working today in the library, buried deep in the stacks upstairs and as I scanned the call numbers on the book spines I found myself squeaking. Typically that noise was reserved for calling one of the kittens to me, but I had done it so frequently over the summer (living with 5 kittens) that it has apparently become part of my pattern of behavior. Weird ... that is going to take a while to reprogram.