My Chair Is Occupied

Day 37: You must never, ever laugh at a cat. Cats are very serious beings. But sometimes you just can't help it. Merry often sleeps on his back like this, whether he's in his little nest on top of the harpsichord, in a chair like this, even on the hard windowsill, and sometimes when I wake up in the night and turn on the light, this is what I'll see beside me. And he's sleeping so soundly that even when I burst out laughing, he doesn't move a muscle. Yesterday, he had a new experience. It snowed, and he was utterly entranced by the big, floppy flakes coming down outside the window. He got so excited by the newness that he took a major fit of the zoomies and ricocheted off all four walls at high speed for several hours. And then this. Zonk. I wonder if he was dreaming about snowflakes.