Almost Daily Cat Haiku

I completely understand the inexplicable gravity of a cardboard box. I feel the same way about bed. In fact, at any given moment, climbing into bed is a top five thought in my head. Minimum. I’m not sure anyone can fully appreciate how much I want to go back to bed. I’m fighting it right now. But I fear resistance may be futile.

It was. 

I fell asleep in the chair again. Mornings would be so much better if we had them in the afternoons.

Well. I’m gonna go eat something. Maybe get some more coffee. Maybe go back to bed.