Napping with Cats
by Dave
I settled in for a noble nap,
A midday drift, a dreamy gap.
But comfort, it would seem, must wait—
The Ruling Council had set their date.
First came Cricket, silver queen,
A regal blur of stately sheen.
She leapt with grace upon my chest,
Then sighed, as if to say, “You jest?”
Next, Hopper crept with hunting ease—
No prey, just toes beneath the fleece.
She claimed my shin, then tucked her head,
And made my blanket her homestead.
Louie followed, bold and wide,
With all the charm of youthful pride.
He flopped along my outstretched arm,
Purring chaos, warm and calm.
Three cats in place. I could not move.
A muscle twitched—they did not approve.
They formed a pile, a purring fort,
A furry siege with no retort.
But then—a cry! A squeak! A wail!
From downstairs came a kitten’s tale.
The baby Betty, newest face,
Proclaimed her need for love and space.
The Council froze. Their ears shot high.
“What is that sound?” said Hopper, wry.
“A coup?” asked Cricket. “She’s too small.”
Louie just blinked. “She’s got some gall.”
They disassembled, one by one,
Their royal nap was now undone.
Down they stalked with tails held firm—
To inspect this bold, gray tuxedo worm.
And me? Alone, still in repose,
But now alert from head to toes.
For peace is brief and naps are rare
When four cats rule your favorite chair.