Whiney Cats and Dreary Weather

I confess - due to assimilating pets that belong(ed) to older children, I now have 3 cats living at my house.  One, a long haired beauty, my middle DD named Che Bella, lived with my daughter in Penn State until DD spent more time at her boyfriend's (now husband) apartment (no pets), and Che Bella was a) lonely, b) at the mercy of DD's roommates for food and litter box care c) spent two days up a tree before anyone could get her out.  Of course, that meant my guilt-ridden DD brought her kitty home so that a) she wouldn't be lonely, b) get regular food and litter box maintenance, and c) remain house bound, as we do not allow kitties outside (at the mercy of cars that don't slow down on our busy street and dogs with big teeth).  That does not mean Che Bella has never gotten out of the house - she has, but, fortunately the shaking of her food dish brings her right back in (except for the time she disappeared off the enclosed back porch for a week, another story - that ends well).
Willow (the possessed) was brought as a "gift" for me, from the same daughter.  Interestingly, middle DD turned into a dog person as soon as she finished college and got married - sight.
Luna (also sometimes called "Lunatic") belongs to my youngest DD, who will leave her in our loving arms when she treks off to Kutztown in the fall.  I think the dorms there need to really reconsider their "no pets with teeth" rule.  After all, is it fair to have Luna only able to eat soft food for the rest of her life?  Of course not, so Luna will be boarding with us, pending youngest DD's graduation.
Che Bella and Luna get along as well as most cats do (alternating chasing each other through the house like a herd of elephants and totally ignoring each other).
Willow, surprise, gets along with NO ONE except for the rubber band she can chase around for hours, and bubble wrap.  Why bubble wrap?  She likes to amuse herself by popping the air bubbles.  Antisocial to the extreme, Willow only acknowledges the other cats when there is catnip involved (they knock the plastic container off the refrigerator, and then take turns rolling it around, trying to figure out how to open the lid without opposeable thumbs), or she attacks one of them, without provocation.  Did I mention she's antisocial?
Luna has decided that she MUST sleep on the foot of my bed.  I think it is the down comforter that she loves.  That means that when our bedroom door is shut, she will hurl herself against the door until we open it, or she pops it open.  Both are annoying, since she waits until we are snuggled under that comforter, almost asleep, to come to the door, and she won't shut it after opening it.
So today I have three cranky cats who cannot sunbathe on my windowsill because I obviously forgot to order sunlight today.  Willow is perched on the back of the chair nearest our south facing window, determined that WHEN the sun finally comes out, she will be there.  Che Bella keeps demanding to go on the enclosed back porch, because one of these times, she will able to see the sun out the french doors (her longest time spent out  there on this chilly February day, was 5 and 1/2 seconds, before flinging herself at the door for reentry.  Unless of course, I wait for her to come back in, so she sits down, waiting for the sun.).
Luna is alternating between provoking the other two cats and rearranging piles of paper I am sorting.

Sigh.