A Bed? Posted on December 10, 2017December 16, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting A bed, you say? For what? A squirrel, a vole or a tiny guinea pig? Surely you understand that this “bed” is much too small for me. It makes for an oddly shaped pillow at best. –Orzo, Guest Contributor
Synchronized Napping Posted on December 4, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting Successful synchronized napping requires skill, dedication and time. Come back in an hour or so and we may have changed position again. –Quicksilver and Luna
Never the wrong time… Posted on November 28, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting Feeling sleepy? Fret not! It’s never the wrong time for a nap. –Cosmo
Overstuffed? Posted on November 24, 2017November 24, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting Overstuffed after your Thanksgiving feast? Sleep it off. –Darth Vader and Stella
Ignorance Posted on November 18, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting The best way to nap next to a Woofie is to ignore that the Woofie is there. Ignorance not giving you bliss? Try a forceful HISS. –Darth Vader
New Sheet Posted on November 13, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting Good call on our new bed sheet, Human Mommy! It serves as a great backdrop to all of our fur tones. –Amber and Stella
The Best Pillow Posted on November 9, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting It’s not the softest pillow and it’s not the biggest pillow. But Human Daddy’s head is the best pillow, paws down. –Cosmo
Best Bed Posted on October 18, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting The best bed is a matter of opinion. Sometimes the king-size mattress feels right… …but sometimes you fancy a cozier option… …like a good, old-fashioned dresser drawer. –Luna
My Cushion Posted on October 17, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting Your laptop bag? You don’t mean my cushion, do you, Human Mommy? No, I won’t give it back. Speaking of laptops, can you cool it with the typing? The clickity-clackety sound of the keys is disrupting my nap. –Amber
Curling up Posted on September 30, 2017 by sevencatsandcounting I don’t like you, we have nothing in common, we look not at all alike… Still… You were curled up on the bed when I arrived for my requisite daily 18-hour snooze. It just seemed easier to cohabitate than to hiss you out of my space. –Orzo, Guest Contributor