The Thirteenth Cat.

All of the first dozen are out and about and I've already seen some of them again. (I expected them to be off sulking!!)

Mustache is home, and resting comfortably in the "recovery room." It's windy and chilly today, but he's tucked into the area with walls around it, out of the wind. He is, no surprise, a big heavy tom. But that's good, a girl kitty wouldn't want a mustache.