It was 2:31 a.m...

...and I woke up to go to the bathroom. When I got back in bed, I noticed a very loud rumbling purr coming from the pillow next to me. I reached out my hand to pet Earl, but I couldn't figure out what part of him I was touching. Where was his head? Was that a leg? It was pitch black dark, and it took me a full minute of feeling around to determine how this weird feline of mine was laying. And then it made me laugh, and I had to take a picture of it in the total darkness so I could share it.
As my mother often says about him: The boy ain't right.