This would be Gambit hiding under my desk. I have no idea how he got himself turned around back there, it's not a large space.
Also....I've come to the conclusion that he just doesn't miaow. Just doesn't. He squeaks and pirrups and coos, but no meowing going on. Maybe once in a great while, but not on a day to day basis. It's mostly the high-pitched squeaks. And oh he sounds funny when he yawns in the middle of a squeak.
He's also thrilled that we have the sliding door to the balcony open a lot now. He loves to sit out on the ledge there and...do whatever it is that he does. But he loves it. And sometimes if he's out there and I'm back in the computer room, he'll come running in and sit down in the middle of the room and talk to me. Then after a scratch or two, he'll run back out. Or he'll stay and bat my arm with his head until I pay more attention to him (mostly a ploy to get more food).
And since we started putting his daily allotment of food in a gladware container in the morning, he's not been packing on the weight (okay, he gained a pound and a half, but still!). Now he's pretty much staying the same. He was getting overfed when we were guesstimating the scoop sizes. *g*
And he STILL gets into the section of Nick's desk where the boards are at, even though we've got it covered. Silly kitty. But who has a cat who DOESN'T try to get where he doesn't belong?
Ahh...I love my cat.