For me, it’s a fine art; for Oscar, a way of life.
I think I’ve gotten pretty well over any catnapping guilt I used to have (his people are so resolutely undeserving. And rude.) Now, if I were to cut a cat flap in my back door (which, hypothetically, I might briefly have considered), that might be another matter. I probably would feel a twinge if I were to do a thing like that.
However, as the autumn draws in, and we light the fire every evening, he’s been doing a lot more of this. Meanwhile, I’ve been fairy busy. On which, more soon.