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.
All naps are good, but some are better than others. For example, although I appreciate my mid-morning and mid-afternoon naps, my early afternoon nap is my favorite.
What’s that Humans? It’s Monday and you have to “work”? “Work” precludes naps, you say?
“Work” sounds dreadful.
Loosened up by the Chardonnay, is your Friday night date going on and on and on and on about her stressful work week?
Has the inattentive waiter failed to bring your tunatini?
Don’t feel bad about yawning and then conking out.
Work makes for boring conversations.
“Get down, Puppies!” Human Mommy says as she rushes to get ready for work.
Puppies? What Puppies?
Only us King-sized Pillows here, Human Mommy.
Please leave the bedroom door open on your way out in case we Pillows fancy a snack or need to go potty.
–Cosmo and Stella
Happy Monday, Humans! Don’t feel too bad about abandoning us to go to the mysterious place you call work.
Our bed is a lot more comfortable without you taking up so much space.
–Finnegan, Quicksilver, Luna and Darth Vader
Feeling conflicted about getting out of bed and going to work, Human Mommy?
Don’t worry–your departure will not disturb our collective snooze too much.
–Luna, Lily and Darth Vader
Humans, do you ever get up, get washed, get dressed in your work clothes, and get down to the kitchen only to think “Nope, not today?”
Sorry, but you have to go to work as cans of tuna do not grow on trees.
We’ll put in an extra hour of napping today, just for you.
We Cats are nothing if not empathetic.
–Lily and Darth Vader
If you knew how to relax even half this well, Humans, your job could be relaxation instead of actual work.
–Finnegan and Phelps
Monday has happened again, Humans. Judging by your outfit and your impractical, professional heels, we assume that you are heading out to the mysterious place you call work.
Good luck not tripping over us on your way downstairs.
Maybe you should lose the heels until you’ve had your coffee. Just saying…
–Lily and Amber
Congratulations! You have successfully roused your Humans and sent them off to the place where they earn the paper that pays for your tuna and nip.
It’s high time for a well-deserved nap.