Tom is winning his campaign to be allowed in my house. He barged in yesterday and apparently he and Bibi have reached some kind of truce wherein they don't feel obliged to fight. He stomped all over the house and sprayed up a wall (sigh), interacted warily with the girls for a bit, then started making growly noises so I ejected him. To borrow the image from RubbishMantra, he's like a little bulldozer. Seeing him next to the girls I realize how much bigger than them he is, even in his senior years. He does seem to be out in almost all weathers so I don't mind letting him in when its pouring down but the wall-spraying is a problem.