The Kingdom of Nap

An extended meditation in sun puddles

First came the ant invasion. Then the feline health crisis. And just when I thought we’d restored order to the Queendom of Fur… life decided to reshuffle the deck entirely. The universe apparently wanted a full, cosmic comedy rewrite.

So, I’m calling this a creative interlude. What should you do when life starts hurling flaming swords at you? Flee, of course, then hide. And once you’ve settled down, it’s time to nap, observe, and let the plot unfold.

The cats, of course, are already deep into the practice.

Newbery and Hugo are curled up together in their shared cat bed, their daytime truce firmly in place. Later, they’ll squabble like a old married couple. Nebula and Callie, meanwhile, are fast asleep on the human bed—not touching, but coexisting in companionable détente. Nebula tolerates him for now, but when night falls and I climb in, she enforces royal protocol: no one shares the human.

I’m now studying feline philosophy, learning how to rest as an act of rebellion. The cats assure me that naps are simply portals to the next chapter.

More tales soon from this temporarily horizontal kingdom.