I'm a little worried.  The last few nights at dinner, it's just been the boys- Narmer, Djoser, and Snefru. The girls of my tribe, Mafdet and Nefertari, haven't been to the porch in a couple of days.   These are cats that come to dinner when I whistle.  Narmer has taken to spending almost all  his time here.  Maybe that intimidates them. Maybe they're exhausted under the porch across the street,  suckling kittens. Or maybe they've gone walkabout.   Bast prayers. (Picture of Narmer)