A Cat Needs His Space (Sometimes)
Today I was just exhausted.
You know those days when you simply can’t be bothered to move? Yeah. That was me.
I slept on the bed. Then on the sofa. Then in that one box I definitely wasn’t supposed to fit in (but did). But could my humans just let me sleep? No. Absolutely not.
Every five minutes — “Aww, look at him!”
Then tap tap tap on their little black rectangles, flashing bright lights in my face.
“Who’s a sleepy boy?”
Me. Obviously. Now let me nap in peace.
Five minutes. That’s all I ask for. Five. Whole. Minutes.
To be fair… I might be part of the problem. I mean, when they sit down, I do immediately jump on them. When they’re working, I do lie across the keyboard. And yes, I follow them to the bathroom. Every. Single. Time.
So maybe I’m not great at giving them space either.
But still — a cat has needs. And today, my need was sleep.
They can cuddle me later. Maybe.
If I feel like it.
— Crazy Boy (Professional Napper)