asleep, for once

... and for a little while.  He's of course awake again now, five minutes later, wondering if he can chase my typing fingers.

But those long back legs ... there's certainly something a little not-quite-right about them.  Gramsci still finds it hard to jump up on things (though he has a superb and long sideways leap).  He lands awkwardly, his right leg a little splayed out.  He occasionally seems to skid when he's running fast.  He's always stretching them.  So we're starting to wonder if he may have mild hip dysplasia (which is hereditary in cats - not much chance in tracking down his parents on the streets of Santa Fe).  It doesn't seem to bother him (although it may later, if he becomes arthritic), and of course it doesn't make him remotely any less of an adorable monster, but those legs, as well as being quite beautiful, do make him a little different.