He seemed to be in a very deep sleep.
I curled up next to his head and stared at him... then I stared at him some more.
Suddenly, he woke up. He appeared to be dribbling. My big, staring catty eyes shocked him and he jumped a bit.
He said something like 'bloody hell, Clive!', then patted me on the head.
I then nose-nudged him until he put out some food.
The power of the catty stare...
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