Max has been behaving so far.

Last night he slept on the kitchen table, listening to radio.

This morning he tried to wake me several times. He even sang.

I reversed my sleep position, and he thought my feet was my face. I felt him gnawing my toenails. Eeeek.

He knows I feed the strays, and he wanted their food. Even though he just had breakfast.

He is sleeping now, in his cubicle.