Mom knows this isn’t a flattering photo of me because I made good and sure she knew it. But the thing is, I don’t even care. You see, my Dad’s been working from home for a few weeks now and while I do love my Dad, I love my naps more. Do you know how many naps I’ve missed since he’s been working from home? Let me share my nap-less tally:
Missed naps on all Mondays going back almost before time began: 22.
Missed naps on all Tuesdays since almost forever: 18.
Missed naps on all Wednesdays, or maybe it’s all Thursdays; been so long its hard to remember: 14.
Missed naps on the other day that might be Thursday but might be Wednesday: 14-ish.
Missed naps on all Fridays, Saturdays, AND Sundays combined: 58.
So you see, friends, I figure I’ve missed . . . let’s see, 22 x 4 plus 18 over 12, carry the 6, multiplied by 243, divide by 0, add 5 times 1 equals . . . A WHOLE LOT of missed naps!! Frankly stated, I think my beauty sleep’s been compromised. I’m becoming a tired-looking orange cat instead of the Ginger Princess I really am! Quick! Someone get me some tasty treats and a pillow and get my Dad back to his job anywhere but here at home!
Dad, why don’t we live on the island where all the cats are? Because I’m sure I’d make lots of friends there, friends that aren’t like my sister Tessa who isn’t a friend, by the way, in case you hadn’t noticed. We could lounge around with all those island cats, taking baths and waiting for snacks and fish dinners. We could climb rocks and trees and you could wear grass shorts and your aloha shirts, but mostly we’d nap and most certainly, nap some more. We wouldn’t have time for arguing with awful sisters because, well, we’d be busy napping and such. I guess you can sign me up for going to that cat island but only if you come along with me. Or hey! We could send Tessa to that island and . . .
Enough, Viola. We’re not going to send anyone to some cat island.
Okay. It was just a thought. Dad, why don’t we live on a farm where all the farm cats are? Because I’m sure I’d make lots of friends there, friends that aren’t like my sister Tessa who isn’t a friend, by the way, in case you hadn’t noticed . . .