Current mood:

tired

Spring is in full blast in our area now, and while Mom has been commenting on how "mild" and "nice" it has been, I'd like to remind her that she is not forced to wear a fur coat at all times. (Not that I would want to be hideously naked like that, but it does make quite a temperature difference.) The temperature has not only sapped our energy levels (hard to tell with my slothful sibling, but his regular once-daily carom through our abode has been decidedly lackluster of late), but it has also made even sleep a difficulty. Sleep! The prime talent of all felines, so harshly curtailed! One should weep.

I have been attempting to attack the problem scientifically, by strategically flattening myself in order to present a wider surface area for heat convection into the air. At least, I hope so. Someone *ahem* seems to have merrily gnawed on half of the textbook left over from Mom's college days, so I'm forced to literally piece things together. Even if my scientific theory is inaccurate, at least the extreme flattening posture conveys my severe displeasure and contempt at the situation. No noticeable increase in sleep time yet, although I have managed to reduce myself to a thickness of 3 inches on occasion. I wonder if the Guinness Book would be interested...

Caramon, on the other hand, has stumbled upon a rather simpler solution. Along with the dreadful weather, spring has brought a migration of Zenaida asiatica through the area. Caramon has managed to keep his napping schedule up by regularly launching himself at the doves beyond the closed window, thereby braining himself into semiconsciousness.

While his method is certainly effective, I believe I'll continue to seek a less brain-damaging method of assuring sleep for those of us who actually have something to damage.