chasing his tail to the point of dizziness before running the race track defined only in his head
streaking past in a doppler like blur all scrabble and drift on the hallway turn ending with a clumping thumping fullstop into his bed/sack/bed....and then two blinks and asleep, limp like a ragdoll.
this is the nightly ritual
every night our adolescent devon rex does this....and then sleeps to between four and five am... before running the track again and again