I admire cats for many reasons, but I particularly envy them their ability to sleep. As the quotation goes—I have never known one to suffer from insomnia. They sleep atop things; they sleep upside down; they sleep wedged into the most uncomfortable of corners.
Here’s Maggie who was having a delightful belly-up snooze the other day.
(You can tell she’s really relaxed because normally she doesn’t allow the paparazzi to get this near her.)
And here’s Bob, drinking up a bit of our winter sun.
I’m not sure there’s a more complete happiness to be had anywhere in the world.