Diz is six years old.
In cat terms he is in his forties.
But tonight he was acting like a six year old child and refusing to go to bed.
Here he is on the sofa bed in the spare room, refusing to go into my bedroom and sleep, because I was in here. He kept dozing off then waking up, dozing off, waking up. "I'm not tired!"
Cat shift changes at 20.00 usually, but I might put him away sooner - Mia would love to be outside in this weather (Indian Summer here) whereas Diz will happily sleep if he can't see me.
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