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Warm belly

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I has a happy. I has a super happy. It's that time of year. Sunbeams are at just the right height to hit my fluffy belly in the mornings. And they're just the right temperature - not too hot, but not so weak that they do nothing. This is the perfect time to flomp on the floor, next to my hooman...belly up, looking cute, doing slow blinks. I gets the warm sun on my belly fluff, plus I get extra belly rubs. Life is good.

Messy Hooman

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I likes clean. I also likes mess. This is lucky, because my hooman is messy. Our napping quarters are full of just...stuff. Soft stuff, paper stuff, smelly stuff, clean stuff, solid stuff. My hooman leaves them all over the bed - scattered. This has its advantages though. It means different areas of the bed has different scents. This makes things interesting. It also means I has a choice whether to nap under or on top of things. And it means some areas of the bed are softer than others. Hooman is messy...but that's okay.

Still

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If you has a comfy spot, it's important to keep it. I has been in a comfy spot all night...and all day. I don't want to move. It's cosy. I might stay here forever. Occasionally I accept a belly rub. But mostly I keep my paws over my face, to block out the light. I has a comfy.

Maximum Flompage

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It's been a tough day. I has changed napping spots many times. Chairs. Windowsills. Sofa. Bed. Shelf. I don't think hoomans understand the energy required for this. But I has found my spot. I intend to stay here all day. I sniffed it, then...flomp! I like a good flomp. I has flomped down onto the bed and will not be moving. A productive use of time.

Hank Boliday?

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My hooman is around today when he isn't usually. Usually he's in his 'offis', for 'the werk'. But today he's home. Maybe it's one of those special hooman times. Maybe it's a hank boliday. This means my hooman is with me more. It means I get extra chin tickles and ear scritches. It means I get extra belly rubs. It means he keeps refilling my biscuits. It means my wee tray is cleaned more often. It means he comes over to me, puts his face to my head, and says 'Mwah!' lots and lots. Hmmmm...I likes him around, but he can be annoying. I hope he gets the balance right.

Waiting...

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I is patient. Very patient. I sits, and I waits. My hooman goes tappity tap tap tap on his compooter and I waits. I looks cute. I slow blinks. I gives a squeaky meow. I turns around. I sits again. I huffs. Finally. Finally. Ear scritches.

Little Nest

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Napping rituals is very important. It's not just about naps - it's about the quality of the naps. And for this, us kitties has to prepare properly. Not only does I like to nap in my hooman's napping quarters - I also likes things to be just perfect. This means finding the right spot...which starts by smell. I sniffs and sniffs and sniffs, to find the bit that has the right smell of both Frankie and hooman. Then I rubs myself on it. Then I turns around 3 or 4 times. Then I makes a little catty nest. I use my feets to bunch up the sheets into the right shape to meet my napping criteria. This is very important. I can't just plonk myself down and hope to nap. Once the sheets are bunched up correctly, then I can flomp down. It's a delicate process, but very important.