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Finding a Place to Nap

Creak learns where, apparently, it is not OK for him to sleep.

I like to sleep.

Not going to pretend otherwise.  Whether it be because of my middle age (I am over 8 human years, you know), or my osteoarthritis, sometimes there is nothing I enjoy more than a satisfying nap -- curling right up on whatever comfy materials happen to be closest.

Apparently it is not OK to grab the Daughter's water pillow, pop it, and use its cool plastic lining to numb my knees.

As of late, this has earned the ire of my pets.

Apparently it is not OK to pull the Parents' blanket off their bed to create a pallet on the floor.

Sad, you see, because their blanket is very thick and soft and makes sleeping feel like I am snuggling up in the arms of a beautiful St. Bernard. (Don't judge me.  I know how you humans are with your double quarter pounders and your karaoke.)

Apparently it is not OK to grab the Daughter's water pillow, pop it, and use its cool plastic lining to numb my knees.

Sad, you see, because I very much enjoy watching her dolls whisk across the floor in the ensuing current.

And apparently it is not OK to knock over the pasta jar, spill noodles throughout the kitchen, and have four-legged drifting contests with the Two-Legged Toddler.

Sad, because, though it has nothing to do with sleeping, it is ridiculously fun.  (Makes me feel like a pup again.)

Thus, I'll stick to my latest favorite:  the oh-so-sweet-smelling-and-about-to-be-knocked-over-pile-of-just-folded laundry.

The humans couldn't possibly have a problem with that one.

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