Fascinated by restless first night of jetlag sleep. I was lying there at 4am unsure whether I'd been asleep or not in the last two hours, and then remembered that I'd just found two extremely sick miniature lions in a shoe-box and tried to care for them, which probably meant I had.

I mean now that you’re up early can I give you a good food rec out in Brooklyn?

Normally in a container that size they’d be mountain lions. Because in a shoebox you find Pumas.

Are the lions OK?