the kitten chronicles - part 37

There's a reason they call it a "cat nap". Because the fur- face brothers are absolute Zen masters of catching Z's. And when you do a lot of sleeping, you need a lot of sleeping places. This weekend I stumbled upon a new one when I was cleaning the basement. It was high up on a pile of rugs that sat on 3 trunks piled up. This lofty bed was just inches from the ceiling of the room and must have given the boys the feeling that they were young lions sleeping perched in a tree branch. Very inspiring. Makes me sleepy just thinking of it. Then, I witnessed the perfect "Garfield" moment that afternoon. They got up from their nap in your Mother's office and walked 3 steps out the door when they encountered a sunbeam on the rug- and then- just like the famous cartoon cat -they could continue not one step further. They just melted onto the floor smack in the middle of the sunny spot. Why fight the feeling? Yet another important life lesson courtesy of my feline housemates. Night, night, boys. xxx dad