I say!
The blighted
weatherman left the air conditioning on outside, and it got all cold last
night. So we kits decided to make the most of this dreadful situation and turn
it into something constructive, otherwise known as Sleeping In.
Now, everyone [in
their right mind] knows that to sleep in properly, one must have all the right
elements: viz. a soft but sturdy surface (this can be a bed, sofa, chair or
other elevated but comfy locale), an assortment of fluffy pillows (preferably
with fuzzy covers), and last but not least, a nice warm blankie (and if there
is one thing in ample supply around here, it is comfy surfaces, fuzzy pillows
and warm blankies)!
And everyone [who is
not waiting on fellows in white coats to carry them off in a plain van]
understands that in a situation as desperate as ours (i.e. a household of many
kits of varying shapes and sizes), one must nab the best spot as soon as
feasibly possible, immediately following breakfast, or one may find said spot
pre-occupied.
So it was to this end
that I sought, and discovered, a most delightful find – one EMPTY (read:
Cat-Free) sofa, piled to the max with pillows in as many shapes and textures as
we cats, and to top it all off, the Piece de Resistance, if you will: one
singularly attractive (like me), fuzzy (like me) BLANKET!
I was in heaven.
And amazement that I
alone had this scene of winter tranquility in which to snooze the day away.
Aaaaaahhhhh……
….turned in to
Agggghhhhhh!!!! As Mummy discovered my whereabouts shortly after I had settled
in and begun my blissful drift off to dreamland.
Next thing I know, I
am being unceremoniously dumped on the ice-cold tiles, wondering who I was,
where I was and whodunit! Then she rants about Expensive Wool (never heard of
him) and Decoration (I know what this is but am hard pressed to relate it to
sleep gear). Not having the clearest head most of the time, in my present
half-awakened state I was unable to grasp much of the conversation, catching mere
strains of “just for kitties to look at” and other such nonsense (I mean to say, who wants to sit and merely stare at pillows?). Then I found
myself being scooped up and toted off like a bag of apples to the bedroom. Once
there, Mummy laid me on the [reasonably cozy] down comforter and tucked a
[plausibly soft] feather pillow beneath my head. As I drifted off, I felt a
warm cotton blankie being pulled over me. Ahhhhhzzzzzzz….
What was I speaking
about?
I have completely
forgotten.
If it comes to mind,
I will most certainly write it down. In the meantime, I am off to the living
room to scout out a snoozly spot before dinner time…
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