Once upon a time there was a cat called Mia. Or rather, she should have been called Princess Mia, but the lowly humans she reigned over were clueless about these sorts of things. Apart from the annoying hardwood floors on which it was difficult for one’s claws to grasp, she ruled over a fine kingdom. Princess Mia enjoyed window sill perches, the joys of playing stringy and wet food on demand. She had learned that being vocal about what she wanted was a good way to get it.
But she could not understand why the humans had been expressing displeasure of late at certain activities she had discovered. Such as this:
They were grumbling something about “cat hair all over the clothes,” but clearly this is a cubby hole that’s been created for Princess Mia to rest in undisturbed.
And they seemed rather annoyed with this, as well:
But honestly, people! Princess Mia is not a cretin – she understands exactly how one should sleep if given the chance, and would prefer if you’d let her get a little shut-eye in peace, thank-you-very-much.