This afternoon, I hit a wall. Suddenly I was just so tired that sitting at my computer for another moment was out of the question.
I tapped my grey kitten, sleeping in the desk box, on the shoulder and suggested a nap.
Once I was lying down, of course, I was less tired. Not refreshed by a long shot. But too tired to fall asleep.
Oliver decided I was getting too much oxygen. He adjusted to fix the problem.
A kitten’s got to do what a kitten’s got to do.