Inspection

Tomorrow, the friend who found and rescued Sir Timothy Sleepalot from a terrible fate in the wilderness will come and visit for the first time since we took Sleeps over. In order to pass the inspection, he will undergo an extensive brushing session, I in gloves, he in a dirty look. Since he came, he has become somewhat stout, but that can be explained away with his luxuriant long fur.

Like all cats, Sleeps has developed service attitude to a fine art: our service to him of course. By now, we are well trained and, like deluxe hotel staff, can cater to his least wishes at the flicker of an eyelid. To be fair, Sir Timothy is a benevolent tyrant who does justice to a meal, and to his name.