Housecats are for Sleeping

I woke at 3:00 this morning and struggled to fall asleep again.  My mind started to rummage through the dumbest things:

Did I buy too many envelopes the other day?  How long will it take me to use 500?   Where in the hell are my heavy winter gloves?  Funny how Uyen always forgot the “s” at the end of such things as shoes, pants, and gloves.  “Here is your pair of glove,” she would say.  I sure like our Christmas tree.  Hope the roads are good tomorrow for our drive to Three Forks…

After squirming around in bed for the better part of an hour, I dragged myself out to the living room and burrowed into the sofa.  There, I felt the LED lights from my smart TV, the satellite receiver, the Hopper, and the sound bar steadily glowering at me.

Maybe 500 envelopes is just right.

I squirmed around for another half-hour or so.

At about that time, 20 pounds of housecat, Carmel, jumped up on top of me and nestled into the swirls of blanket.  He immediately began purring and kneading.  The cat soon shredded the envelopes and Christmas tree and all else inside me.  The pieces drifted down and away like so many shades of snow from the treetops.  I fell into a deep sleep.

Housecats are for sleeping.

--Mitchell Hegman