I suspect the cats have forgotten entirely who I am, and are only tolerating me because I filled the food dish and let them out to sprawl on the balcony.

Hmm. They met when Barb asked the Cascadia room party if there were any single lesbians present, and upon no response, asked if there were any bicurious girls, and got a hand up in reply. And that we spent an entire evening calling her "protential girlfriend" and she came back. And she did meet her at con. So we're thinking she might be hearty enough for the IFWA bbq. Also, that she's going to give her plenty of room to gracefully decline and have coffee together later instead.