So occasionally, my hip demands I lie down so I can be in less pain. Fine. So I'll lie down.
And then I'll hear this single, polite, inquisitive wheek, and I'll turn round, and Cam will be standing at the bars on all fours (zero urgency, which is itself weird) just waiting for whatever foodstuff I have at the time. It's the only time there's no frantic "heyheyheyI'mherefeedmestarvingwastingawayfeedme" trying to shove himself through the bars or standing on Bann's head that he usually does, nor does Bann get out of bed. It's just Cam. A quiet, reserved, easy going Cam.
This is how horror movies start, isn't it?