Max woke up after 45 minutes of napping yesterday, staggered out into the living room, said a bleary hello to Maggie and I, and went back to sleep on my lap. Another hour and a fairly severe neck cramp later, I eased a still sleeping Max off my lap and onto the couch. He wriggled in protest, and ended up in this position, somehow managing another 30 minutes of sleep while thus contorted. No, I am not drugging him. I swear.