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Why I Don’t Nap During the Day
I’m self-employed and work from home with no set schedule. I prefer to keep one, but it doesn’t always happen. I don’t always sleep well, and sometimes, I really, really want a nap. I carefully choose my times for when Morgana is sleeping.
Dead to the world, until I get on the bed in a different room.
It never works, though. Somehow, she has a super-kitty sense of when one is trying to sleep. I get settled into bed, and there is the thump of her arrival up onto the bed. Wasn’t she just asleep in another room? Doesn’t matter. Now, she is on the bed with me and wants attention. If she is on the ground, and I reach down, she doesn’t want attention. If she’s on one of the cat trees by my chair or on one of the cushions on the other side, she doesn’t want attention.
“Leave me alone, I’m sleeping!”
But, go to bed during the day? Rubbing and bunting and purrs like thunder, she will have attention.
So, what happens if I turn on my side, facing away from her and the bulk of the bed? Just a minute ago, she jumped up on me, started walking along me towards my head, decided to claim me by rubbing her head against my shoulder, lost her balance, and fell off behind me onto the bed.
How can I possibly sleep when I’m laughing so hard?
Published in Humor
Well, we can tell who’s the smart one in the family! ;-)
This one’s for you, @bryangstephens.
I am a big believer in naps. I am also a big believer that cats don’t want their humans to sleep.
I don’t know about that. Miss O’Malley is good with it. She likes a pillow.
Go to the bedroom. Close the door.
And have Miss O’Malley, who is very neurotic, dig away the carpet trying to get into the bedroom?
I have heard thunder on the other side of a door doing that. Like they are 5 times their size. And the jiggle the knob. If I had lever door handles, they would get in.
Cali and I normally close out the day together. Here she is in here normal spot
Looks like she’s ready for a cat scan in that first photo.
Arahant, your post raises questions.
1. What do you do at home? Can you make a living?
2. What in the world are those crazy letters and symbols in #2.
I also have some comments.
1. Your cat is as annoying as mine was once. She’s now too old to make the jump onto the bed. When she could, she always seemed to lie down where I wanted my feet to be.
2. My dog Bob is a perfect bed partner. We just came down from a two-hour nap. Bob is now perched at the top of our stairs, as you see in the photo. He’s waiting for me to join Marie in the t.v. room, but Marie is watching one of those slow British dramas, so I don’t think Bob and I will join her.
No, that’s just after she was printed.
She’s just checking to see if you’re dead yet and therefore a tasty snack.
Kill people. Okay, not real people. Just characters in books that I write. I even admit to some of them under my own name.
Just Ricochet acting up and showing its HTML, the shameless hussy. I went back and edited it out so Ricochet would be decently clothed again.
Highly probable.
I’m reading, Kikyo’s watching me. If I take a nap and she wants to be with me, she’s sitting in her “legless” position, facing away from me, ever the fierce “guard-cat”.
It has been years since we’ve had a cat, but one of my favorite things was the two-beat bah-dump as Tiger lept onto the bed.
Bah-dump!
(Silence)
Purr purr knead knead purr purr circle, lie, curl, purr.
Sleep
Yeah, we have that with all three cats. We only have two cats, but every once in awhile, an invisible cat jumps on or walks across the bed. We haven’t figured that one out.
My previous cat, also black, was with me for 17 of her 18-1/2 years, and she slept on my bed every night that we were home together. The first day I brought her home from the shelter, she jumped right up on my bed and curled up next to me at bedtime. When she was younger and I fed her in the morning, she kept getting us up a few minutes earlier every day. Finally, I put my foot down and started feeding her in the evening when I got home from work. After that, we got up at the same time every day. She never disturbed me while I was asleep, and she always fell asleep right next to me.
I was kind of disappointed that Kikyo never wanted to sleep with us the same way. It was a couple of months before I figured out where she slept at night. The chair in the computer room where I am now sitting is her bed at night.
Thanks. I’ll add that to my list of reasons to hate cats…
17. They may scratch loving owners in the face without provocation.
18. You cant nap around them anywhere in your house.
I have an alarm that goes off at feeding times. The girls know they get nothing until the alarm goes off.
Now, now. They are wonderful creatures. They just have their own agendas.
Micro-panthers. Be thankful for the micro.
Arahant, your vocation (avocation?) interests me. I hope I’m not being too nosy.
Is that your job? It sounds like a dream job for a writer. Can you make a living out of it? I have a friend, once an English Department colleague, who has published about five novels on Amazon. I think he makes some money, but not a lot.
Do you publish any under your own name?
The two that I linked to earlier are under my own name.
Thanks, Arahant.
Well OK, Mr. Charles Weatherford, with your mustache, goatee, black bow tie, and serious look. Who knew?
Management consultant? I don’t even know what that means. It certainly sounds important.
You are one busy guy: cats, management consultant, cats, novelist, cats, Ricochet provocateur, cats.
I tell people how to do what they do better (by asking their employees how to make things better, and telling them how to implement their employees’ ideas), and then charge them big bucks.
You and me both (before I retired). The answer is almost always found within the organization. I used to tell the middle manages who took exception to spending big bucks on consultants to recommend what they (the MMs) already knew (Why didn’t they appreciate that the recommendation was something they already favored?), that the service wasn’t finding a solution but selling it to upper management, they who knew virtually nothing about how things actually run. That was something they (the MMs) couldn’t do from within the bureaucracy. If the project is worth millions, then selling the project deserves a commission.
Amen, brother!