So there I am with my head and heart stuck in "possess his vessel" while animal fun erupts all round me.
First Sumo, the neighbour's enormous cat, decides to come and pay us a visit. We decide that we don't want our sofa to smell like the neighbours' cat - and anyway, perhaps he isn't allowed on their sofa. But once he's up getting him off is complicated because he is very heavy and he has claws that sink quite easily into the cloth of our new Ikea sofa-bed. hmmm. A compromise is reached - temporarily - and a blanket is placed where he tends to go.
Sumo leaves, Lawrence the rat enters and, despite his worrying immobility in his cage, becomes the daring acrorat, climbing up guitar and mandoline cases, scuttling along bookshelves, running out on ukuleles and then running for cover when they fall to the floor with a crash, leaping for the dresser and discovering there is no purchase for his little claws, so falling to the floor. He had a very adventurous time, till Pat got tired of rescuing him from the back of my chair and popped him back in his cage.