Sleepy Sunday

When Mom calls me the most annoying cat on Earth the next time and says with a sigh that she wished she had only some of my energy, I'll show her this picture and remind her of sleepy Sundays.
I was on the bed for hours sleeping peacefully, Meffi lying not that far from me and we didn't even get into a fight. I didn't try to steal anything and I wasn't nagging.
Now I'm in my hammock (aka the blanket over Mom's knees), sleeping again, holding to her old "Chicken Run" t-shirt. Sometimes I don't understand her. You would never catch me in a worn, old t-shirt. I walk in style all the time. Black suit, I know what I owe my reputation. That is why I always look good, even in my sleep.