This is from Wednesday night. He stole half a muffin on Sunday night, got caught in the sunroom on Monday night, and was caught up on the kitchen counter again on Wednesday. Consensus is that next time he's caught, he gets his fur painted in a colorful mohawk, and maybe his own little house.

The chaos is already mounting at a staggering pace. This hurts my brain. Freedom of movement in backgammon throws off every pattern I've ever learned.