He was sleeping on the sofa when we woke up at 8am. He knows if he stays still, Sister S will not smack him.

He was waiting on the corridor when I came back. He didn't dare to come in, just drinking water and eating the biscuits I left outside.

He is sleeping on the sofa now, after his supper.

Sister S told him be sure to sleep on the bedsheet, so that his fur wil not go onto the sofa.