11/15: the patience

...of two cats at this very moment.  They know it's time for me to feed them for the evening.  Phineas is resting in the cat-bed on a small table next to my chair, and Simon is sitting upright a few feet away, looking at me.  They don't want to bother me, though they want to know as soon as I make my move.  (And they probably want to remind me to make my move but aren't pressing the point except with their presence.)