#friday flashman

Friday Flashman: After spending the day getting in his valet's way as often as possible, it's time for Sir Harry's nap. Naturally, the most comfortable spot he can find is on top of important legal documents and original artwork.

Friday Flashman: On days like today, when it's pouring outside, Sir Harry finds the warmest spot in the house, collects his playthings and does his best to put the "domestic" in "domesticated."

Friday Flashman: Dreaming of a land where felis silvestris catus roams free, feasting on defenseless hordes of adorable marsupials, Sir Harry looks out the window and sighs, certain the warier vermin common to the neighborhood's hemisphere must be enjoying a mocking laugh at his captive expense.

Friday Flashman: Doing his best Edmond Dantès, Sir Harry has been running vigorous laps up and down the length of the apartment and practicing aerial acrobatics behind bars, biding his time until a wider margin of opportunity provides freedom and the means to exact his delicately plotted revenge.

Friday Flashman: While he appreciates his valet's currently considerable availability and attention, Sir Harry is past being polite in making it clear that someone needs to get out of the house.

Friday Flashman: As ever, the hardest work for Sir Harry is in the field of patience. Typical for cats to whom so much comes so easily, he imagines.

Friday Flashman: While Sir Harry understands it's his own responsibility to process the feeling, he'd have a lot less to process if you stopped disappointing him.

Friday Flashman: Despite having recently been forced to make do with a maudlin, one-armed valet, Sir Harry has been surprisingly understanding.  Lighthearted, even.  After all, for Flashman, things are always a bit fuzzy, so he can empathize.