This is the world’s cure for insomnia.
He’s called Louie.
It is this ball of fur that caused me to take not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR naps this weekend.
Here’s his strategy…if I sit on the couch or dare to lay on the couch, he’s right on me. He walks up my legs, across my belly and settles on my chest. Warm, fuzzy, purring. It’s beyond adorable. Then he gently wiggles up a little higher until his precious head us under my chin.
I remember nothing after that. Next thing I know, two hours have past.
I’m convinced that his sweet little furry head has been sprinkled with poppy. You know, like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz when she falls asleep in the poppy field?
Don’t let his cuteness fool you. He knows exactly what he’s donig. Can’t sleep? Get a lap cat…you’ll never get chores done again!