Thanks. He's currently asleep on Humuhumu's bed, where he's not supposed to be, but every time I move him he pretends to go to sleep on our bed and then goes back as soon as I'm absorbed in work again.
There was a moment today where I felt the sunshine coming through the window onto me. I turned to my colleague and said "wouldn't it be so good to be a cat?". They looked at me oddly. Who would not want to be a cat? Some people are strange.