I sold my gigantic writing desk for $60 today (score!), so now I'm sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch. Why not sit on the couch? Well, all the crap that was on the desk is on the couch. Why not sit on the desk chair? Oh yeah, there's a desk chair.
Wormy is jumping around the room trying to catch a fly. Or maybe a shadow. Whatever it is, he's chattering at it. I think it's really cute that he chatters at flies and not the birds outside. Maybe it's because he hasn't been out since he was a kitten, and doesn't know that the birds are catchable. He probably doesn't even know what "outside" is.