Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don’t care! Cats sleep anywhere.
Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965)
Or in Gracie’s case, on top of the Nativity scene ready to be put away. Guess she misses sleeping with Baby Jesus.
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