There is a tranquility to cats that can be guiltlessly envied by a human.
It has to do with sleeping and napping.
These two cats are periodically photographed in the catagory of "cats being cats." Thus they are spotlighted in this edition of Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap.
The smaller cat is the older cat, my Senior Office Cat William Powell. The larger cat is Hastings Streetboy, rescued as a tiny, tiny kitten with marble-sized globules dangling off his eyes.
How'd I get these photos? Absolute luck. I happened to walk into the bedroom Friday afternoon and discovered that the cats had divided up our bed and gone to snoozeville.
THE WILLIAM STORY? I met William when I was actually outside, actually on a ladder, actually doing labor I'm not qualified to do. It was way back in 2018 that William and I repainted the wood trim on our home. That's how we met. I was up on a ladder balanced in loose dirt in the brick planter that stretched across the front of the house.
This full grown cat wandered up, saw me on a ladder and sat down on the front walkway to wait for the spectacle of a fat man with no sense of balance falling toward the dirt and flowers but missing and hitting the concrete sidewalk. He was very helpful, mewing encouragingly loud each time I took a step. I didn't fall; he needed a home --- it all worked out. He may have been some kind of Licensed Cat Foreman at the time.
Years later (in 2021) I was running an errand In Duncanville and saw the tiniest of kittens trying to figure out how to cross a city street. His vision was obscured by two nearly marble-sized globules of who-knows-what dangling from where his eyes were supposed to be. He heard me walking toward him and he ran toward the other side of Hastings Street, bounced off the curb, got up and jumped (inexplicably!) to the top of the curb. Then he ran into a flowerbed and stopped. That's when I reached in and picked him up.
He became very calm as I held him and rubbed his back and tummy gently while I drove him to the Pet Medical Center of Duncanville.
Those dear folks immediately began cleaning up the weeks-old kitten and his eyes.
After a night or so with the vet, I took the fully doctored kitten home. Martha bottle-fed him for a month or so and helped him learn all the skills he'd need to survive as a tiny kitten in a home with humans. I think he already had the ability to purr, but Martha's got teaching skills.
And, clearly, Martha taught him well. He knows how and when to eat, how and when to visit "the facility" and how to make friends with cats and dogs.
So, there you have it -- Martha and I paid a lot for a bed with more push button controls than a spaceship just so cats and dogs could be comfortable at any point in a day. We didn't really know that when we handed over the credit card, but that's how it turned out. Happy cats and dogs in bed as they watch the big screen TV across the room.
And in two of those photos, taken only seconds apart, you can see that I snapped one picture as William yawned and, mere seconds later, snapped a photo of Hastings yawning. Just dumb luck.
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