Now that the weather has unmuggified itself, and San Francisco's natural air conditioning has been turned back on, I can once again bask in the glory of mid- morning sunpuddles. I am really enjoying my comfortable meditation on what's right in Spitty's feline world: Pinkie has gone missing, the Human has been generous with the Gerber's, the hated Dodgers lost the NLCS, and I feel a nap coming on right . . . . . now.