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Caturday Pootie Diary: On sleeping comfortably [1]
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Date: 2025-01-25
I frowned down at Freddie, who was asleep on the living room couch. He was squished against the back of it, his head and neck at an angle that seemed very unnatural.
“Is that comfortable?” I asked.
A gentle snore was his only reply.
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“Does your neck hurt?” I wondered and he sauntered over to me.
“Why would it?” he asked, jumping up to join me on the family room couch. He immediately climbed onto my lap, using his body to push my knees apart and make room for him.
“Because you were sleeping with it bent in a weird position. If I slept that way I wouldn’t be turning my head for a week!”
Freddie stretched out as far as his body and the reclined seat would allow, both arms out straight in front of him. “Humans are weird,” he said, closing his eyes.
“You’re going to sleep like that? With your arms all stretched out?”
He snored again and I rolled my eyes.
Sometime later he pulled his arms into his chest and stretched again, squeezing his paws into his chest and extending his neck. He had a feline grin on his face so it must have felt good. He twisted his top half so that his legs faced one way and his arms the other.
“What in the world?” I asked the room.
He closed his eyes and drifted off again.
"Do you even have bones?” I asked him.
He opened one eye and peeked at me, then closed it again. “Of course I do,” he sniffed, rolling over so his paws rested on the same side of his body again.
“I don’t think you do,” I said.
He lifted his head and looked at me. “Your human bones make you all clumsy. That’s not your fault, but don't think mine are like yours.”
“Huh,” I said. “I guess that’s true. Walking upright makes me kind of unstable, I guess.”
“And inflexible,” he added, lowering his head again. He twisted his neck so that the back of his head rested on my ankle, his chin pointed at the ceiling.
I didn't say it.
Freddie woke all at once, stood, stretched, and jumped to the floor. Without so much as a ‘good-bye’ he left the room.
“Don’t mind me,” I called after him.
He didn’t mind me.
A few seconds later I heard the slurp slurp of him messily eating the leftovers of his breakfast. “Gross,” I murmured, turning my attention back to my book.
I saw his tail before I saw him. It was high in the air, signaling his good mood. I leaned forward to look at him and caught him stretching in that way cats do, paws stretched out in front of his body, backside in the air.
“I bet that feels good,” I said, a little jealous.
He lifted his front and leaned forward, stretching out first one back leg, then the other. His body shook a little with the effort.
“I wish I could do that,” I said, wistfully.
“Too many awkward human bones,” he said.
I stood, grunting with the effort of hauling my stiff body off my seat.
“Human, what is wrong?” Freddie demanded, poking his head into the room.
“What?”
“Why did you make that noise? Do you need to hide under the bed?”
“Oh, no,” I said, stretching my body as best I could. “I’m just a little stiff and sore. Also, don’t hide under the bed. It stresses me out.”
“Sometimes you gotta,” he said. “Why are you sore?”
“I sat too long.”
He stared at me. “That doesn’t make any sense,” he said, finally.
"You coming to bed with me?” I asked, heading toward the stairs and my bed.
He watched silently as I ascended, making no move to follow.
I got ready for bed in the bathroom, then walked back to my room, stopping short when I noticed Freddie curled up on the mattress. “When did you get here and why do you look like you’ve been here for hours?”
His ear twitched, but he didn’t otherwise acknowledge me.
The bed dipped as I sat, not taking my eyes off him. He looked very comfortable, but…
“How is it comfortable to be all curled up like that?” I asked him.
He ignored me.
“Human,” Freddie whispered into my face. His whiskers tickled my cheek as he sniffed me.
“What is it?” I murmured, waking up.
“Move your arm. I want to lie right here.”
I obeyed, not really able to deny him a cuddle if he wanted one. He settled in slowly, accepting it when I got impatient and pulled him against me.
We sighed together.
I was now awake enough to take stock of my body. “Freddie,” I whispered into his fur. “I have to go the bathroom and I also need to move. I’ve been in this position too long.”
Without moving he whispered back, “I’m not really that interested in your comfort.”
Happy Caturday, Peeps! Freddie gets lots of sleep and in some truly interesting positions.
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