He makes himself quite comfortable around our home. He lives upstairs with Garen and Scott, but he drops by our place a good 4-5 times each week. His routine is that he usually crashes through our front door, speeds past the living and bolts for the kitchen. After 20 laps around the kitchen to see if there's stuff we dropped on the floor, he'll make his way back to the living room, circling the coffee table some 4-5 times, then take his place on our couch, nestling right into the pillow that gets maximum sun.
Look at him. Does it get cuter that that? And of course, he's dreaming of snacks.