Really, most of the time he stays. He's worried about the rain tonight, but he'll go back and go to bed. He sleeps in. The boy gets up, gets ready for school and the crazy cat keeps on snoozing until he hears breakfast called. "Cat Foods!" "Cat Foods!" He comes running like crazy.
But then, we're all sort of 'teched, this family.
Oh, yeh - he's telling me to give his regards to Maximus Spittimus....so here's regards.