Cats on Tuesday
From floor to ceiling
Tired I layed down on the bed, and was nearly in Dreamland, when the wardrobedoor, suddenly slided asside. The wardrobe goes from floor to ceiling. I could not see or hear a thing. I’ must have dreamt, I figured out. And I was half back to Dreamland again, when the wardrobe door slowly closed. What a realistic dream.
Then I fall in deep afternoon sleep. I didn’t even dream. Sure did me well, if it was not for the sudden awakening: Something heavy suddenly hit my stomach and dissapeared as a fast shadow out of the sleepingroom. Felicia – oh that adoreable cat. Need no alarmclock when taking an afternoon nap when she’s around.