Hiding in the bathroom

Something I really enjoy is skulking off to Mrs Servant's bathroom (for some reason they have one each) and settling down for a good snooze, huddled between the bath and the bidet.

This is a habit I formed when I lived in the flat downstairs. My horrid son, Pancake, used to bully me and hound me off the comfy chair that WAS MY OWN, so I was forced to take refuge in the bathroom. At least, there, I could get some peace and quiet and a bit of shut eye.

Old habits die hard.

Lazy, moi?

I often hear Mrs Servant complaining that I'm a lazy cat, because all I do is sleep. But, in my defence, that's what cats do. We sleep.

Even lions spend most of their day asleep. And, I have to say, what's wrong with a long-ish snooze during the day? There's nothing finer than curling up in my lovely bed and getting a bit of well-earned shut eye.

And, besides, I'm very active every morning at 4am when Mrs Servant is fast asleep.