Mister Fred managed to only work half the night, so I got a pleasant surprise of about three hours of uninterrupted sleep (even though I was still up eight times, and had to relegate him to the bathroom four of those times). This is the scene now: I actually thought he was angry and awake, but he's having a "desperately complacent" moment. I picked him up, and he sort of flopped out of my hands, but the look on his face is tormented and dangerous:
Apparently, though his eyes are open, he is asleep. Oh, those glossy, dead-alive eyes ... chilling.
A Chronicle of Cat Madness
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