Murphy’s latest napping spot. My basket of DVDs that sits on top of the tallest chest of drawers in my room. (Although he usually doesn’t tolerate Pepe. He typically knocks Pepe to the floor.) Seriously, the cat jumps onto the foot board of my bed, stares up at the basket, shakes his rear end and makes his leap. I haven’t seen how he gets down, but it’s gotta hurt.