I feel another coming. My whiskers push forward and I stretch the sides of my mouth thin, feel the air coming in on my tongue. I seem to be yawning a lot today. If this were LiveJournal, I would have a content picture at the moment. Thought I’d better move around for a biut so I’ve padded a few circles, groomed the wrists and face, given myself a good high stretch. The subjects are noshing at this irregular hour, but for myself I’m not really hungry but seeing them eat gives me the idea. I’ll walkabout and check for new food.