The Art of NappingA Poem by LovingJoySun Tzu - The Art of War; Miau Miu - The Art of WarmMy tail swishes back and forth, contemplating important decisions: Where is it warmer? Where can I sleep off my dinner? Shall I nap on the sofa or curl up in my bed, let me think... Yesss, the big bed instead! I'll plump up the thick duvet, like I'm kneading mummy's tummy, hog the whole thing to myself, ahhh, my world is soft and lovely. All the positions practiced each day: I curl up in a ball, then turn round in a while, perhaps I'll stretch out full-length, displaying my bliss with a soft little smile. I'll sleep deeply a few minutes, then dream the dreams of a cat, wake up looking all surprised, like I don't know where I am. The way I sleep I causes envy, I make it look such a thrill, for the art of napping is to cats a fine skill. © 2013 LovingJoy |
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