Party Animal

This is my cat, Olly. He's my kind of mog.

This is him after he'd casually rolled-in having disappeared for nearly two days (he's done it before). When he finally decided to come back to his hotel, he was completely shagged-out. He had a feed, barely able to keep his eyes open and then crashed on a beanbag for twelve hours, only drowsily moving once or twice to have a drink of water.

It's exactly the sort of thing I used to do when I was three (in cat years).

Good on him.