Sparky is exhausted. Just before this photo was taken, he was sleeping with his eyes closed. It’s noon, but Sparky doesn’t intend to move.
I am tempted to sit in the chair next to him, and put on my socks. If I do that, Sparky will feel obliged to come over and ask to get on my lap. He is so tired, I don’t know if he would do it. I’m not going to try because he needs his sleep.