Cat(Dog?)nap
No blanket to burrow under during this nap.
When I was a little girl, my mom would say, “Let me lay down on the couch for just ten minutes.” She’d fall asleep for ten minutes, then wake up refreshed and ready for the rest of her day. I, too, often take a short nap, though mine are usually twenty minutes. These little catnaps are a quick way to recharge myself during days that are often too busy following nights with often too little sleep. I get out a little pillow I have tucked away, pull a quilt from the back of the couch and then I like to stretch out on the couch and wait for my catnap companions: my two little dogs. Thurman likes to sleep curled up at my feet. Oslo, who is part dachshund and likes to burrow, jumps up in front of my chest, sticks his head under the covers, turns around a few times and then settles in next to me with just his head peeking out from the blanket and resting on my arm. Once we’re all in place, I close my eyes, let my mind clear and relish the warm little doggie bodies next to me as I drift off into my catnap. Maybe I should just start calling it a dognap since it, like life itself, is more satisfying with dogs.
