In the night, the cat sprints laps around the apartment and meows at closed windows. She pushes open the door to Mikey’s room and investigates the toys he has left out.
On Sunday night she kept him awake, playing in his room and climbing on the bed. In turn he woke us to ask what he should do and eventually, giving up, he hid some toys in the closet and slept on the couch. It was there I found him on Monday morning, bleary-eyed and watching cartoons. Meridian curled up right beside him.