[ August 28th, 2007 at 4:18 pm ]

We all harbor secret fantasies about our cats’ activities while we’re away at our jobs during the day, working to keep them comfortably fed and housed. I’ve always imagined that my cats essentially party all day while I’m out. Now, I don’t mean the kind of partying where they stand up on their hind legs and dance to United State of Electronica, but I do usually assume they watch the seagulls and construction workers through the living-room windows, or perhaps play a bit of soccer with a stuffed carrot.

Not so. I can attest, after two days at home sick, that Molly and Twinkie do nothing during business hours but nap.

For a while this morning Molly say on my lap while I read the news, but it wasn’t long before her eyelids started to droop and she became crotchety. Next thing I knew, she was on the bed, passed out cold. She’s been there ever since — about six hours and counting.