The cat you see in the picture above is our cat, Rosetta. She is approximately fourteen-years old. Right now, it is mid-afternoon and she has just eaten. She is curled up for her mid-afternoon nap in the sun, enjoying the warmth of the light shining in through the window onto a very soft bed upon which she is usually the only occupant.

I don’t take naps by choice, but I wish I did. Yesterday, I had a nap, but again, I must point out that it was not by choice. I had come home from work and sat on my favorite chair to surf the internet. Lo and behold before I knew it, I was snoozing with my head bent at an awkward angle and my computer perched in a way that could have spelled disaster. Luckily, I woke up.