I'm the Inspector-In-Residence at this house. Nothing gets past me -- not on Labor Day, not on any day. My hooman tells other hoomans that I don't miss a thing. And, I don't. I fly up and down the stairs between floors at breakneck speed, jumping off the wall if I feel like it and if my hooman has moved a chair, a lamp, a bowl, a pillow, I know. That's just how I am. So, I'm keeping track of things for my hooman. Well, somebody's gotta do it. Right? And, yes, I like what I do so I'm purring.