Okay, I have a problem. I'm seriously obsessed with my grey tabby cat, Peter. He's adorable, and he has this habit of finding random, comfy spots in our tiny apartment to crawl into and sleep. This morning, J woke me up to tell me that Peter was beside the bed, lying on a pillow that had fallen off the bed while I was sleeping. I know, he's ridiculously cute like that. It seems as if any time we set a towel down for some reason, he will plant his furry, little body down on it and fall asleep.
J tells me that I am so entranced by our cat that I stalk him to find out where he is and what he's doing. He's usually sleeping! I've never seen a breed of animal that sleeps so much. He sleeps during the day, in the early evening, and then he sleeps when we go to bed! It's crazy, and I'm jealous of how well-rested he is. There's nothing worse than having to get ready and go to work when your cat is curled up like a seashell on a fuzzy towel, fast asleep. Lucky bastard.
