Here is another of my co-workers, Hoover. Although the neighboring War Lord deems Hoover a thug, beyond his incessant demands for expensive tins of stinky winky cat food he seems pretty mellow to us. In fact, he is sleeping much better these nights. We bought a new, larger mattress a few weeks ago. It now accommodates the three of us. I am no longer encroaching on Hoover's space! It must be a great relief. Now if he could only get me to read his tiny little kitty brain more clearly, so I could perform my door opening functions with greater efficiency, Hoover's life would be very good indeed.