Sleeping In

One of my favorite things about the weekend is sleeping in.

I'm a big fan of sleep.

Big.

Huge.

Guess who else is a fan of sleeping in?

Jigs.

Jigs has an uncanny ability to sleep in that I really admire.

Sometimes she doesn't get out of bed for days and days.

She'll be curled up in one spot when I go to sleep at night.

And be in the exact same spot when I wake up.

And be in the exact same spot when I get home from work.

And be in the exact same spot when I go to bed the next night.

Seriously, she has the best life.

When she's not sleeping, she demands craves attention.

She will force herself on you until you break down and surrender to the petting.

When all else fails, she goes upside down.

I absolutely cannot handle the cuteness of an upside down cat.

Especially one with a nose freckle.

She knows exactly what she's doing to me with the upsidedownness.

Cannot handle it!

I surrender!

And back to sleep.

And then there's this one.

She doesn't want to get out of bed either.

She thinks if she hides in the blankets I won't make her get up.

Please don't make me get up.

Please.

It's so nice under here.

So warm.

So cozy.

Come back to bed, mom. 

Let's cuddle.

And I surrender.

Again.

How do I ever get anything done?