It’s a Cat’s Life (and mine, sometimes)

I have tucked my icy feet below the sleeping cat. She has not noticed, but my feet are much warmer, this cool summer morning and Sunday morning cats’ naps!

Their gentle breathing softens their morning. No one has done their job (catching the flies that weigh me down on this farm), but nap time is more important, or do it seems. And, a fly whizzes past me.

I guess I better don some socks and let the cats do what they like best…sleep!