Cats on the road. All very well - back at La Posada, back in the Ed Ruscha room - until Walter Gomez, a little after dinner, decided that he could get under and into the sofa. Even though I'd blocked it off with cushions and books. And he was very nearly stuck ... and on being excavated, immediately tried to burrow in again - as did LucyFur. Mouse? Bug? Roach? He was a demonic cat (goes with those eyes) possessed. So, for now, we have locked him in the bathroom. Should we do the same with the others? Will we sleep?