I’m a champion sleeper – Olympic standard. I spend a lot of time practicing and I can honestly say that I’ve perfected not only the art of the catnap, but the deep comatose condition of the expert sleeper. Take my word for it, I know all about snug. And comfy.
When I was younger I liked to sleep on a pillow on my bed. Unfortunately the woman-who feeds-me had something against this, heaven only knows what, and selfishly kept pushing me off.
Even after a number of arguments the woman became more and more cranky (humans have a tendency toward inexplicable crankiness) and would close my bedroom door so I couldn’t get in. Many a long night I slept flush alongside that closed door!
You can go just so far with a recalcitrant human and I have better things to do than argue with such obstinacy. I knew I needed another bed. And it takes feline psychology to get what you want.
So I took up sleeping in the middle of the kitchen table, along the dining table and on top of the pile of washing just brought in from the clothesline. I napped at the bottom of her wardrobe then burrowed down in her hatbox. It was the hatbox that did the trick.
The very next day I had a new bed, smaller, cosier and one which I wouldn’t have to share with the woman. Patience pays off,
Have a look at my furry, furry bed. This is now my choice for a catnap in almost any weather.
With practice and determination you too can learn to sleep like me. But you must have the right bed! You need more than an old box or washing basket. You need a bed that’s more than a bed – a bed that’s a lifestyle in itself.
You need a Cat Cave