Caffery is acclimating nicely to his temporary digs. He's finding all kinds of places to snuggle and sleep, including where the sun falls in the afternoon.
He's found the high ground.
He has a new friend, who loves giving him kisses.
He's also found out where we sleep, and plants his considerable mass at the foot of the bed (usually my foot) for the duration of the night. I won't lie to you, it's nice to wake up to.
Lastly, because everyone needs a gratuitous picture of The Kid, I present:
Yeah, I am actually that lucky. Who knew?