It's been a while since I did a Cat's Life post, but it recently occurred to me that I have never actually written a post about the alarming array of sleeping positions that Arthur adopts. It's like a form of catnap karma sutra.
He's been doing it since he was incredibly small. In fact, one of the reasons I fell in love with him while around at my friend's house was his absolutely ridiculous method of sleeping - face pressed into the sofa cushions until he appeared to have no face whatsoever.
I thought it might be a phase that he grew out of when he started to lose his kittenish habit of falling asleep in a whisker - but it is an endearing trait that has lingered. Not only can he still fall asleep in a split second, but he does so in a manner of amusingly adorable positions. There's barely a surface in my house that Arthur hasn't fallen asleep on - including the top of my kitchen cupboards, the bannister, our TV cabinet and Rob's hat. And, if he doesn't have a paw dangling, wrapped around his head or cuddling his tail then something is very wrong.
And every now and then as we are dozing on the sofa collectively as a family, a soft *thump* will let us know that once again Arthur overbalanced his sleep-flailing limbs and ended in puddled on the floor in a jibbering mass of orange-and-white fur.