I got my things together to go to bed and realized I hadn’t seen Freddie in a while. Sometimes he got comfortable somewhere at about my bedtime and I wouldn’t see him all night. I set out to find him.
He was asleep on one of the living room chairs, his front paws pointed one way, his back paws pointed in the opposite direction.
“What is this?” I asked.
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One of his eyes squinted open and he said, “go away, sleepin.’” The eye slid shut again.
“How?” I asked
The eye opened again. “I don’t know how to answer that,” he said. “You can see me sleeping.”
“I see you twisted like a pretzel!” I said. “No way is this comfortable!”
He flipped around so he was sitting up, all limbs back in their right places. He yawned and stretched his back, then carried it through all the way to his toes and ears. It always looked like it felt so good to do that. Once he was finished he sat and regarded me. “What’s the problem, now?” he asked.
“I just don’t see how sleeping like that is comfortable,” I explained. “It looked painful.”
“No, not painful,” was all he said.
I rolled my eyes.
He twisted around so he could lick his back. I waited, not quite patiently, for him to finish. He did, finally, and started in on his tail. “Freddie!” I said.
He froze, then turned to me, his tongue still sticking out slightly, a question in his eyes.
“Can you please explain it to me?”
He frowned. “I lick myself because it’s how I keep my fur clean,” he said, slowly.
I shook my head. “No, the sleeping thing,” I elaborated.
He cocked his head slightly. “Sleeping thing? I sleep because I’m tired and it feels good,” he said.
“Are you messing with me?” I asked.
He picked up a paw like he was going to lick it, then put it back down. “Messing with you?”
“You know I mean the sleeping like a pretzel thing!” I exclaimed.
“Oh, right,” he said, then yawned again. He picked the paw back up and started licking it.
“Freddie!”
He finished what he was doing and looked at me. “I don’t know what you want me to say about it,” he told me. “I sleep like I do because it feels good and I like it.”
“You don’t get sore?” I asked.
“I stretch after,” he said, like he wasn’t sure of my intelligence. “And if it stops feeling good I stop doing it.”
“That’s...kind of your whole thing, isn’t it?” I mused.
“It’s how it is,” he said.
“You know, you sleep in odd places, too,” I said.
“Odd?” he asked.
“Yeah. I sleep in my bed, right?”
“Uh-huh,” he said.
“And sometimes on the couch,” I said.
“Yep,” he agreed.
“And that’s it.”
He frowned at me. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Because I sleep all kinds of places,” he said.
“Like my laundry!” I said, laughing a little.
“I like piles of things,” he sniffed.
“Especially if it’s a pile of black pants!” I laughed.
“I don’t see color like you do,” he explained.
“Oh, right. So why do you do it?” I asked.
“Sleep on your black pants?”
“Sleep in such weird places,” I said.
He thought about it. “I just sleep wherever I am when I get tired,” he said after a moment.
“And sometimes I go looking for something specific, like someplace dark or someplace away from you.”
“Ouch,” I said.
He gave a little cat shrug. “You try to pet me when I just want to sleep. I come find you when I’m done.”
“That’s fair,” I said. It was. I did like to bug him during his naps. “Do you ever start to stretch and then fall asleep like that?” I asked. “Is that how you end up so twisted sometimes?”
He turned in a little circle and curled up, his back to me. “This is getting boring, like your choice of sleeping places,” he said, then closed his eyes.
I poked him. “Are you coming to bed with me? I sleep better when you’re there.”
He gave me a quick glare, then closed his eyes again. “I said I would come find you when I was done,” he said, his voice growing softer with every word. As I watched, his breathing evened out as he fell asleep.
“Jerk,” I said, but quietly so as not to wake him.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! I hope everyone is staying home and safe and masked up.