Davout had a bit of an interesting night. When I gave Anna dinner, he snuck in so I left him in there with her for about an hour. When I came back he was curled up by the sofa watching her and she was calmly resting by the window.
Of course, Rhea would have led to a quite different sequence of events.
Davout would be seventeen percent more majestic if he kept the tongue tip back in his mouth.
Putting your fingers under the cat bed drives Rhea nuts.