Bed time.

This is what I found when I went up to bed the other night.

At first I thought that maybe it was a terrible tragedy and he was dead.

Then I saw his belly rise and fall.

He was not mid-play or mid-scratch.  He was not rolling around to get the stinky dog smell off of him and on to my pillow.  (He can do that without even trying.)

He was just asleep.

Seriously.