Mama is reading a book to me, actually, not a book but reading from her Kindle app, and I’m just lying here absorbing all these sentences and paragraphs and chapters, whatever they are, that anthros get so turned on about, and I’m TRYING to understand just what a subject and verb and object and indirect object is but what’s really happening is that the sound of her voice, murmuring to me about Stalin’s daughter (The Red Daughter by John Burnham Schwartz) or the wonderful archeological mysteries of Elly Griffiths or Martin Walker’s stories of France’s Perigord region, is really what puts me out like a light, haha.
Does that happen to you? That sound of a voice, reading, or talking softly, telling you what a good kitty you are, and how so many lives are enhanced by your very presence, or simply that you were a good, good kitty and ate all your dinner or brought your mama’s attention to the fact that your toilette might need a little housekeeping, is really all it takes to make life really worth living and sleeping really worth sleeping, haha.
You sure look like you are enjoying that book!
Oh, I am, I am…zzzz
Ahh, the sound of history is a good soporific, MOL
That and Mrs H’s knitting needles ticking like a clock. Of course a nice meal works just as well for me.
Purrs
ERin
What a lovely sound, the knitting needles! Mama wishes she could knit!
Oh LouLou, how nice to have Mama read to you.
One nice thing about the e-readers is that you can read comfortably with the light off. Which sometimes leads to dozing off yourself.
Boy, does it ever! Mama wishes she wouldn’t doze so fast when reading.
I have a good book for you LouLou. It is about my cat Emmy and how we thought she was a skunk 🙂
OH, I LOVE THAT. What is the book?
The mom never reads to me, but sometimes we both watch TV together and that puts us both to sleep. ~Ernie
Ah, we do that, too…I have lots of choices of where to fall asleep, haha.