This little boy owns the place. He knows it.
He knows when we go to bed and is generally home by then. Except last night. So I worried, and worried, and worried some more. Cat mamas do that.
He finally scritched at the door after all the cat bars had closed at 3:30 a.m. He seemed to know he needed to apologize for being “late”, so he climbed in bed and wanted pets, gave me purrs, and licked my nose.
That was his apology.
He is now sleeping like we all should be.