Cats are nappers. My two boys sleep most of the day and I would even venture to say,
they are Masters of Repose.
No matter how comfortable I think I am in my warm, soft and cozy bed, lounging with Hubs, sipping my coffee, chatting and enjoying a leisurely Saturday morning,
I look in on Shadow and Magic, once I’m up, and there they are on my bed,
the picture of bliss, looking more comfortable than I could ever get, sunk deep into the feathers, head hanging, front leg casually draped, softly breathing, sun-bathing, almost spooning.
Not a care in the world,
no chores,
no worries,
no responsibilities.
Absolute dependency…
With no guilt attached!
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