[as dictated to Tanya]
I love a good catnap. In the sun. By a window. In the hamper. Under the bed. On the couch. In the closet.
I especially love catnaps in the sun. Those are the very, very best. I get all toasty warm as the sun bakes into my silky soft fur.
I do not like being bothered during a catnap. But it happens. Often.