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Wednesday with Mija

It’s time for my annual treatise on the value of napping.

It seems this is a topic that must be discussed every so often.

In marketing I think they call it top of mind awareness. Cats don’t really need this reminder.

I’m talking to you – my human friends and family.

You may think I haven’t noticed you running around from one task to the next, to-do lists dangling from your hand.

Or that I don’t see the tired look on your face, or pick up on the stress that sometimes radiates off your body.

But I do.

I notice and to be frank, I worry.

You are a human being, not a human doing.

And if you’re doing, doing, doing all the time, you’re missing out on some of the most wonderful luxuries life has to offer.

Luxuries like stretching out in the sun with a good book, and then when you’ve read your fill, drifting off to sleep.

Dozing in the sun can work miracles for a bad attitude.

You must trust me on this: Life is too short not to take naps.

And read good books.

And spend time with the people you love.

About those to-do lists:

Only use them if they really do help you remember things or get organized.

If they make you feel bad, crumple them up and give them a toss.

Because this is the true nugget of gold we cats want to share with you – life is too short to feel bad.

Are we clear on this?

Good!

Now get out there and take a nap.

 

P.S. Have you noticed in the photograph that I am totally ignoring the microfiber cleaning cloths? When this photo was snapped, I was all about napping in the sun with a good book close by. Nuff said.

It’s been a windy April, and a darned chilly one. In the pasture we’ve experienced rain, snow, mud and wind of Biblical proportion. (I’ve always wanted to say that!)

So I can’t fault my horses for taking a little down time to enjoy the fact that it wasn’t windy.

Or rainy.

Or snowing.

So when I went out to feed them yesterday, they weren’t at the gate. They weren’t even close to the gate.

Where were they?

Smack, dab in the middle of the pasture. Asleep.

I mean sound asleep.

No one even moved when I called.

This freaked me out, because they looked, well, not alive. I sometimes joke about dead horses in the pasture when I see them sacked out, but with my two old sweeties, it’s not so funny anymore. A little too close to reality.

I opened the gate and walked toward the sleeping beauties.

“Hey Bud, wanna eat?” I called out. That usually gets him. He lives for food.

One ear wiggled.

Whew. I was relieved to see movement.

Up popped one head. Then the other.


Bud: “Yikes, we almost missed lunch!”

Pepper: “What?”

Bud: “She’s here with our grain. Come on. Get up.”

Pepper: “I’m still tired. Could you get it to go?”

It took Miss Pepper a couple of minutes and some elaborate stretching to get herself moving. Arthritis is no fun. In the end, both she and Bud made it to the chow wagon.

The moral of this story: A little napping in the middle of the day is a good thing.

For all of us – horse and human.

So if you’ll excuse me, my bed is calling.

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