Nap Time

. . . is a serious thing.
This is not to be confused as Sleeping.
Like what my mumsy Pica
is doing all the time . . .
But she is 112 years old
so get off her case!




Nap time is serious business.
You locate your corners and wham!




. . or you can squeeze yourself anywhere
like between kennels where you can smell
the warm, fuzzy, fur smell of the black hounds
and wham!




. . . or like my big brother Bogart
who would just walk a bit
and when he feels drowsy
like most of the day anyway
he would just plunk himself
right where the nap bug hit him
and ka-blam!




but nobody has mastered
the art of napping than me . . .



for I am . . .
The King of Nap!