I was upstairs in the studio and cleaned up a small spot so I could put down an old sleeping bag for Sadie to lay on when I'm up there. Seems it was a good choice, as she promptly went to sleep. Micha-butt managed to find his way upstairs and decided to plant himself between me and the computer so that I would hold him and pet him, and he did the sort of sleepy-cat thing while laying on my chest-- not quite sleeping, but purring like a... well, a cat.
Screw you, my metaphor gland is broken.
