7:52 p.m. I catch Tig in the famous and rare "Paw Across My Face" position. It is rare because every time in the past sixteen months I've approached him with my digital camera, trying to get a shot of him sleeping with his paw over his face, he has woken up and ruined the shot. Not this time.

8:22 p.m. This is a typical Tig sleeping position, stretched on his back with all four paws in the air. Tig simply does not care how ridiculous he looks. In fact, he rather likes this position because it makes it easier to get a bellyrub, something that he likes nearly as much as he likes tunafish.

9:29 p.m. Tig works his way back to his side, still blissfully asleep. I'm in the kitchen, working on the weblog, and wondering if I should wake him so I can get some sleep tonight.

9:30 p.m. Same position, different view, but he's movin a bit. The Tiggers are getting restless. Could the end of REM sleep be near?

9:31 p.m. Huh? What? Is it morning yet?

9:32 p.m. I'm awake, I'm awake. Hey, I'm hungry. Got food?