Woke up in a blind panic, thinking Fatso had been run over. Ran into the street, with just a t-shirt on. Came back upset, only to find him shut in the dining room, making meeping noises. And wanting feeding of course. Murphy, who hasn't slept in the bedroom since last winter, decided to sleep in the bedroom. Everything is odd, I am unsettled, so I'll stay up now. Lots to think about anyways.