Feline life is not easy, there are so many important decisions to be made. I am tired, I am always tired, at least 23 hours of the day. I reserve the 24th hour for my exercises in searching for a place to sleep. That is where the problems begin. Shall I sleep on a chair or ascend to the heights of the cupboard where I can keep an eye on my felinedom. Of course there is always a bathroom solution. That is a very favoured place, especially in winter. The floor is warm, the carpet is ready and I can arrange my body in a sutable sleeping pose. There is a problem with human intrusion. It is my bathroom, my sleeping enclosure and I find it an infringement on my territorial rights if a human enters. A slight discussion follows, but I keep my ground, I do not move. Eventually I am again left in peace.
I suppose I could move to another one of my favourite sleeping places, but here the word “or” does not apply. I decide and there is no question of an alternative. A feline sleeping exercise is at least 2-3 hours for full relaxation.
I might hear the sound of a tin operner, of food being served which is a reason to apply the “or” clause, the alternative to sleep, which is eat. I arrive in the kitchen and find my bowl has been filled with something worth eating. This is not always the case, as it is permanently filled with hard vitamin pellets in case I get hungry. I am always hungry, but there is hunger and hunger and vitamin pellets are not part of that equation. After feeding the work begins again.Shall I return to the sleeping place where I was or choose somewhere else? There are so many decisions to be made in a feline life.
I decide on a climb to the top of the cupboard where I can observe my felinedom and meditate on the meaning of life. This can take some time as when you have 9 lives the process is more detailed. After another 3-4 changes of sleeping places I might go on an inspection of my territory, or perhaps not. Decisions, decisions, decisions. Such are the problems of a feline life – or?