Is there nowhere a cat may call his own?

[desperance]

Honestly, my poor Baz. He made himself a nest, in my shirt drawer -



- where a boy really ought to be safe against all comers. Only then there was the question of welcoming Karen home, and accepting the traditional treat she offers; after which -



Oy. A cuckoo, I tell you! In the nest! Barry sits in exile on my desk, and humphs quietly to himself every now and then. A gentleman most put-upon, and quite put out about it.