Cat’s got her tongue and now she talks in oogles of googles of oogle-wwwoo-woo, hr-mhr?

That virbrating fur-purr pool mid-floor in the SUN, that would be me.

You should relax tom. I mayu be able to catnap through life but you need that nightly hibernation. Slide that computer aside and give me more of your lap. You know you want to.

Yes, yes, terribly important work you’re doing. Let me in there with a bit of fur-purr power…I’m a biological sleeping pill. C’mere…here person, person-person…

Maybe I shouldn’t be hasty. I could reconsider a can. Since it’s been left alone, all by itself, no one in the room at the moment.

The best way to get away with something when caught is to get away, nonchalantly of course.

Are you kidding? That can was opened yesterday not today.

No, I remember that food from once when I didn’t feel well.

Nope, nice try but that one’s bad luck. I gagged a major hairball after it last time.

Wrong temperature. Too cold. See how the fat beads?

Warm it up. Good idea.

No, too hot. It smells cooked.

What else have you got? Hm. Kibble. Not really in the mood.

Chasing kibble? No thanks I’d rather sit to eat this meal.

Tuna? That’s so yesterday. Maybe even the day before that.

Think I’ll go run a few laps of the place instead.

you awake?

Have I mentioned that I.
am.
hun. gr. y.??

Oh, my max. activity is stretches between naps to prove to myself and the world at large that I can possess muscle tension. Yep. Did it again. Now where was that dream at?

I’m talking daytime of course.

Storing up my enrgy for nighttimes prowls and yowls.

I’m not sure whether that was inattention on their parts or intended as environmental enrichment but I ended up caught. I was napping in the closet and when I woke I found out they were napping for the night on the other side of the closed closet door.

No worries though. I could fish around for a bit and shoulder the door open and let myself out. I was back sitting on jane’s sleeping hip in no time flat.

I was having the loveliest dream. I was sitting still eyes and ears on a sparrow. I crept up from the other side of the bush until I was right under it. I swatted and leapt to grab it and missed. It was flushed and flew low along the ground. In a burst of speed I gave chase…

then a sudden lightning storm came out of nowhere.

I woke and looked up and the jane was holding a box over me.

On later investigation, I discovered these incriminating images that show that weather of my dream was provoked by a certain someone disturbing my sleep with a camera.

One can hardly blame her. I do look adorable right down to my manicured toes.

The high pitched tones with the raised tone at the end reserved for me don’t seem to occur in the pre-dawn mornings when I walk the ribcage bridges on the way to my water. There is more a low growl tone actually.