We've been away for a week, and Basil has spent his holiday with kindly relatives in Oxfordshire. He spent most of the week sulking about not being allowed outside. He was rather relieved to be home, I think.
Since we got back yesterday, after a thorough perimeter check, he's been lounging about in all his favourite places:
Then he went for a really deep sleep, he looked like he was in a coma:
And was rather startled when we woke him up:
Despite claiming to have not enjoyed his holiday, we can clearly see signs of the post holiday blues in evidence:
I know how you feel mate.