I was reading in bed just now. I just finished the Agatha Christie book I've been reading. The cat was sleeping on my chest for a while, with two white-socked paws sticking under my book, then migrated to my legs, then got bored and annoyed me until I started throwing his mouse at him. That slowed down my reading a bit. I
cringe every time I hear his claws tear up and down the carpet on the stairs or when he's doing a sharp turn. He's currently eating the blue throw that lives on the back of the office chair.
Annoying little bugger.