His seemingly boneless body melted into a puddle of sunlight flooding through the French doors, his soft purring the only proof of life.

A morning of intense parkour – ranging along the couch back, hopping to the desk top, skipping across towering bookshelves, to defying gravity arcing vertical walls – exhausted him. Conservation of movement and minimization of impact are his physics acumen, a feline birthright.

Roused by a silence internal alarm, he stretched with languid grace, his paws kneading the air, his jaws opening wide in a raptorial yawn,

A bird outside chirped. Unconcerned, he turned his back to the window.