Almost Daily Cat Haiku

Ok. No more lazy days. I am going to be productive. Stuff to do. Places to go. Pants to wear. Let’s move! 

….right after this nap.

I mean, seriously. Why is there always stuff that needs to be done?!? Why go places when I have a whole bed, with pillows and blankets and cats and stuff. And it’s true, I’d have to actually exert effort to go back to bed. I’d have to climb the stairs, all of them, all the way to the top. And then I’d have to lie down, and that’s more than just falling down. I’d have to lift my legs into the bed and then probably roll over and move a pillow and maybe even some blankets. It’s more work than you’d think. But I’m willing to suffer that. I’m willing to make that sacrifice in the name of sleep. Historians will remember this moment, poets will compose great epics in its memory, artists of all disciplines will sketch, sculpt, and sing of my selfless nap. Future generations will debate the proper translations while they interpret my underlying motivations. Dogmatic ceremony will evolve, idolic praise will enwrap human civilization, empires will fall and rise again united with all of humanity beneath a banner of ambivalence. World peace. Harmony through napping.

You don’t have to thank me.