little Boomer is sucha nut apparently he decided today that the jump to get up onto his window hammock is far too taxing on his little legs Each time he has come in the room to get onto his hammock today he has made a point of sitting down in front and below it, staring at me, and mewing one of those long and pitiful meows that make me melt into a little puddle of goo This is my life, servant to my feline companion Is there any better life in all the world?