I got trapped under a cat Saturday.

That happens quite a bit in my life. I think of it as the universe’s way of telling me to SLOW DOWN ALREADY and embrace some quiet time. It’s rarely a problem. BrightSide would argue getting trapped under a cat as I inch toward midnight wreaks havoc with my sleep and he’s not wrong…but still. All in all, getting trapped under a purring kitty is the best sort of captivity.

Except in one very specific circumstance. That would be the unfortunately timed morning capture before I’ve fixed myself a cup of coffee.

Let it stand as a monument to my love for these fur babies that I let our sweet Mittens curl up on my lap for over an hour before I finally broke the news that caffeine is imperative and left her for the coffee maker.

Serves me right for lingering too long by the sofa.