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My life as a cat

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Like a million other homes in the United States, COVID recently barged through our front door. It was a souvenir from our recent trip. I don’t blame the cruise – they were impeccable in their cleaning, the staff was always masked, and they had high standards for testing and vaccinations for the passengers.

No, I blame the flying experience. I will never look at an airport as anything other than a petri dish of micro-organisms, and an airplane as a test tube of smoldering gases and solids, all waiting to combust. Add to that my own carelessness on the way home, and you have the perfect experiment gone awry. I’d been super-vigilant at the front end of the trip – masking and relentless hand-washing. Not so on the return when we ran maskless through airports, then heaved sighs of relief on the planes, no masks in sight.  

Fortunately, I had only one day where I felt like I’d been hit by a freight train. A day’s worth of Aleve pulled me out of that funk quickly. But by day three, I realized – I was living the life of a cat.

I’d wake up, do a little stretching, practice some self-care, eat, stare outside and watch life go by, then nap. Wake up, eat more kibble, then it was nap time again. Lots and lots of napping.

Which brings me to the value of a good couch for napping.

My east-facing bedroom is at the end of the air conditioning line in our house. That doesn’t matter unless you live in Arizona and it’s 90 degrees at 5:30 AM. Sure, the ceiling fan helps, sort of like a breeze in the Sahara.

So, for my afternoon nap, I sought refuge on the couch.

When we bought this house, we inherited a large, over-stuffed, low-to-the-ground pleather couch. There’s never been a finer napping couch. But we finally tired of picking up pleather flakes and rolling onto the floor to get up, so we bought a new couch, and the only thing over-stuffed is me. It’s sleek (doesn’t take as much space), firm (better for old people), not so deep (better for short people), which makes it lousy for a good snooze. You know, the kind where you plant your shoulder under a pillow, and nest your hip into a cushion before you kick out your legs. Instead, I felt like I was a Number 5 pencil in my old Betty and Veronica hard-shell pencil case from fifth grade.   

I’m better now, though the fatigue can still catch up with me, and I still cough more than I’d like, sort of like a cat trying to expel a hairball.  

I also realized during this time that my worst days are still better than many people’s best days. Maybe I needed COVID to remind me of that. The life of a domesticated house-cat is a pretty good life.  

Filed Under: Humor Lite Tagged With: cat's life, COVID

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  1. Teri says

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    I love this! I write that as a cast myself, waiting for my husband to exit the kitchen so I can enter it. COVID got me too! Feeling like that pencil in grade school cracked me up! Ask my friend and family…I can sleep ANYWHERE!!!

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    • Pam Sievers says

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      Thanks, Teri. Glad you enjoyed it. It was really easiest when both of us got it – then we no longer had to do the kitchen dance.

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  2. Marti French says

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    Great blog. Your explanation of the recovery period spot on. Sorry about your new couch but bet it looks pretty.😉

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    • Pam Sievers says

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      Thank you, Marti. Again, my non-napping couch (but good looking) is still a pretty easy life, isn’t it?

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  3. Larry Condon says

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    Great story telling Pam. You did a super job of tying the life of a cat to your experience with COVID. Sorry you had to go through that part. Hope your days are better. As for napping, my granddaughters say I am the king of naps.

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    • Pam Sievers says

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      Ha! The King of Naps. Not me, so this was different. Yes, I feel close to 100%, but really like the afternoon naps. Thank you, Larry.

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  4. Adrian Bass says

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    Pam, so glad you are better. I think I prefer life as a dog. Sniff everything in site, twice, then lie in the grass and nap. If it’s too hot, lie on the cool cement, and nap. Wait for dinner and dog biscuits while watching my owners toil endlessly in the garden.

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    • Pam Sievers says

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      Thank you, Adrian, but in this heat, its so much better to be a cat. No cool grass, (we have desert landscaping), and no cool cement.

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  5. Joanne Galvin says

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    Thank you. Your wonderful sense of humor and outlook on life is so refreshing. Enjoy your cat naps!

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    • Pam Sievers says

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      Thank you, Joanne. So glad you enjoy my posts.

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  6. Sue Mutty says

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    I have never been a nap person, even as a child. Only cancer and COVID took me down during the day. The most recent time was when we both had it at Easter. Hope you’re feeling 100% soon!

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    • Pam Sievers says

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      I’m feeling so much better and able to function throughout the day. Yippee! Thanks for commenting, Sue.

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