Max wanted biscuits at 11pm but I thought he had eaten at 10pm, so I didn't feed. He eventually fell asleep on the scratchie. Seeing that Spencer had fallen asleep on Sister S's bed, I took Max to my bed. Unfortunately I gave him his catnip bag. He took a sniff at it, and started to twist and wrestle with the bag, then he jumped off.

Later I caught him trying to escape through the window, by standing on the TV. The lower shutters were closed, so he was strectching. When he saw me, he crashed, and made a huge din. I smacked him. Then it rained.

When I woke up, he was sleeping beside me.

He tried to wake me early this morning, about 7am. He kneaded and kneaded continuously, and purred up a storm. I didn't wake until 8am. Max stayed on the bed, and won't jump off, until he saw that I had stood up and walked twords the kitchen.