Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.

So you all don’t scold me for doperising k!

I noticed that so far, no one has managed to get a photo or video of me sleeping. *gloats*

So I’ve put up a video showing a keen likeness to me when I’m sleeping. Just ignore the fur and whiskers!