AFTERNOON NAP It’s a mystery, really, how humans can manage to not nap when there’s a perfectly good couch right here. But, I digress. Let me tell you about my nap. It started, as most naps do, with the couch. It’s a great couch—soft, spacious, and just the right amount of warmth. I strolled over to it, tail high, and jumped up like the elegant creature I am. My human was sitting on the floor, fiddling with her phone, but I had no time for that nonsense. I needed my space. I closed my eyes and let the soft hum of the room lull me to sleep. The human tried to pet me once—silly thing—but I gave her the look. Back to napping. No interruptions, just perfect peace.