[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is laying on a brightly colored rainbow blanket on the couch. He’s on his side with all of his legs stuck more-or-less straight out. Some of his belly is showing.]
Tom takes EPIC naps. Given his feral history, who can blame him, now that he knows he’s safe? I only WISH I could nap that well.
Look how deeply asleep he is!
[A closer view of Tom’s face. His nose is pink, outlined in black. He is SO out. ]
I hadda mess with him, though.
[He’s lifted his head just a bit, and his eyes are starting to open.]
But I rewarded him with pettings! He loves pettings. Especially chin pettings.
[Tom’s lifted his head so I can get my hand under to scratch his chin, which I am doing. His eyes are squinched shut; one ear is tilted forward and the other is back.]
But then I went back to my book. How dare.
[Tom’s staring at me, eyes partly shut.]
If no petting, then more nap, I guess.
[His head’s still up but his eyes are mostly shut.]
Annnnd he’s out.
[He’s stretched his forepaws out in front of him, and his head is resting on them. His tail is tucked up next to his legs.]
And then? Snoring.
