I often write about the reasons I'd like to be a cat. Let me preface the next statement by saying that all of the previously mentioned feline-envy comments are true, I've just been pondering a little further on the topic of cat culture. Sorry, feline friends -- I'm a cat fancier, through-and-through; however, I just decided that maybe I haven't considered the full scope of the situation. Maybe being a cat really isn't "all that." And I'm really only talking about one particular topic.
I didn't feel tip-top yesterday so I napped on the sofa in the afternoon, curled up in bed at 7pm, and slept for nearly ten hours. My back hurts! How in the world does one marathon-sleep like a cat and wake up feeling refreshed? Maybe it's just me...after all, I did turn 40 this year.
Seriously... when I climbed out of bed this morning, I hobbled across the bedroom floor and I think I even said "ouch!" Maybe I should learn those post-sleep cat stretches.
Even now, when I turn my neck to the left, it stops before my chin reaches my shoulder and there's a quick, sharp pain and a popcorn-popping noise. I've never heard popcorn noises coming from my cats. Maybe I should try a different sleeping position.
Yeah, although I definitely would love more play time and less responsibility, I don't think my body agrees with the whole epic-nap scene. My cats would probably have something different to say:
