I discovered a new pattern in the shadow of the bookshelf. But you looked so hypnotized yesterday that you didn't even notice me strut past you three times.

I saw a bird perched on the windowsill staring at you for five whole minutes. I really thought you'd wake up, but nope. I felt so bad for the little guy.

Tomorrow I'm coming along too, but to move my little bed to a new spot. The food is the least of it — the afternoon sun has vanished from the living room and nobody's investigating.