Leaning over to tuck in the quilt on the bed this morning I noticed dust bunnies the size and number to motivate an immediate (before breakfast even!) dust mop wielding. I had shaken the mop quite noisily off the deck (and ‘snowed’ the back garden) before turning and noticing a white cat curled up asleep on the lounge. That it hadn’t moved seemed strange but I could see its chest rising and falling. It also did not awake as I moved about the deck. It awoke awhile later and looked around and then quickly left. I think it must be deaf.