What’s that, Humans? Tuesday, you say?
If I didn’t wake up for Monday, what makes you think that Tuesday will be any different?
Now go away. Try back on Hump Day.
Or, let’s be honest here, try back on Friday afternoon in time for happy hour.
Those Meowgaritas are not going to drink themselves, after all.
Is the gentle rippling of your garden stream lulling you to sleep? Don’t resist, but do be careful to position yourself on top of an appropriately camouflaging stone as you don’t want anyone to disturb your luxurious nap.
As a fearsome, formidable Feline, you don’t need protection per se.
Still when you’re catching your requisite 18+ hours of daily shut-eye, it’s nice to know that Mr. Fox and his buddy the enormous goldfish have your back.
Sometimes you need to be firm with your Humans. For example, your Human Mommy may tell you that she wants to roll onto her side for her afternoon nap.
Tell her no. Remind her that you are comfortably installed on her chest and that it is her duty, her honor, to continue to stroke your head and muzzle until you you tire of her ministrations.
Under no circumstances is she to alter her position and thereby inconvenience you, the Cat.
Nothing’s better than a midmorning snooze in a buttery pool of winter sunshine.
Nothing’s worse than being awakened from said snooze by an irritating, intrepid Kitten.
Phew… The Kitten’s gone. That’s better.
Hit the ‘nip a little too hard last night? Accidentally start a brawl in the most popular Cat Bar in town, also known as the kitchen?
Nothing a 20-hour cat nap can’t cure.
Synchronized napping is a legitimate sport.
Don’t believe us?
Just ask any card-carrying Cat.
–Cosmo and Stella