Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.
This is an old photograph of the Lady Perpetua. I was changing the beddings in the guest bedroom. Somewhere between my removal of the old duvet cover and my return with a fresh one, she had claimed the duvet as her own. I didn't have the heart to move her on.