Having frisked with hours, batting at time like involute dust in a sunstream he sprawls, lolls, small belly striped and rippling like tall grasses. With measured breath, he croons of garden forays, romps with shadows, prowls in jungles tamed to hand. Splayed in sleep, his paws recall the excitement of dogs like mastodons thundering the suburban savannahs, and the transient wonders of birds.