Catnap

It is a hard life for poor wee Sam. He was to wait at the kitchen door for the first sounds of waking in the bedroom at which point he starts mewling and hanging from the door (the reason we now have a doorknob & not a handle), he then wolfs down his breakfast & attempts to eat Ellas. Then he has to try to get in the bedroom to wake his dad, sometimes for badness I let him in (large cat jumping on a chest while you sleep is a pretty effective alarm). Sam then is able to cuddle up & snooze on the sofa (or on one of his blankets, beanbag, dressing gown, chair, windowsill etc). By the time we arrive home from work he has worked up quite a hunger and needs supper long before we get ours.

As you can see it's not surprising the wee guy is tired this evening.