I watched everyone moving furniture and other weirdly shaped items over the last couple of days placing tables and chairs in one location only to mill around chatting then moving everything to another spot in this house.

It was exhausting to watch.

Now that Kieffer sits down at the dining table I find he is the best and most comfortable place upon which I can perch my weary bones.

I do not want him to leave.

I am trying to hold him down.

I am a lap dog.