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If daverea.com were a newspaper, some readers might throw it aside in disgust at what I’m about to write. Others might read the sentence two or three times, then bust out laughing and spill coffee on themselves. Still others will probably end up shaking their heads as their impression of my masculinity fades away…

It’s fun to watch cats sleep.

Yes, I admit it. I am sort of, a little bit, reluctantly, a “cat person”. I love dogs, and eventually I’m sure Kelly and I will get a dog. There’s still some disagreement over the breed, but rest assured I am not a cat person exclusively!

The queen of our house (or so she believes), a 12-year-old Tortie named Coco (a.k.a. Meatloaf, Runt Burger, or Porkchop), is only with us because she landed here after being evicted from my Dad’s home following his marriage to Barb – a wonderful, but decidedly non-cat person. Everyone likes Barb except for Miss Nicknamed-after-meat-products, so she got to come live with us!

Anyway – watching Coco sleep is nearly as fun as watching her chase the red dot from a laser pointer – which is just about the only thing she gets excited about at her advanced age. Whiskers twitch, ears move, claws extend and retract, and every once in a while she snores. If cats dream, I can only imagine what she’s dreaming about. Maybe mice? Maybe that laser pointer. Maybe – perhaps – she’s dreaming about revenge for all the times I bought the wrong flavor of cat food, or didn’t feed her on time.

Do cats get sleep apnea? Maybe she wouldn’t snore if we got her a little feline CPAP…

At this point, I applaud anyone who’s still reading. And those of you who spilled your coffee on yourselves… Coco and I have no sympathy for you. Now I’m going to go out and do something to regain my masculinity – maybe I could dig a hole, or weld some stuff, or go test drive a four-wheeler, or go lift some weights…