Having fallen asleep after eating a maple pecan danish from Tim Horton's (mmmm), I awoke half an hour later to a soft thud. I looked down and saw Jazz on the floor. She had fallen off the bed. Seems she was temporarily blinded by the Tim Horton's bag she was wearing over her entire head.
Meanwhile, earlier this morning, Jive, apparently very hungry because he hadn't been fed yet, suddenly and without warning leaped at and climbed the side of J's bassinet, wrapped his little clawed feet around the side, hung there suspended in the air, and peered inside at J with a look on his face that decidedly said "Kibble?". T chased him out of the room.