For many months he lay near the computer, dead to the world, or so we thought . . . until my remote Buddy-cam caught him when he managed to vault the kitchen counter. This has not happened for many months now. Buddy required 9 more hours of sleep after this rigorous activity. Then he moved upstairs to my bed to finish off the day. And night. For twenty-three hours more. (Yes, that thingy under the sink fell off Saturday and we have to figure out how to get it back up. That should require like a year or two of deep thought.)
This is a combined post for Cats on Tuesday and Heads or Tails. Thank you so much for visiting.