I declare it nap time. Who’s with me!?
– IG
Not me!
…'cause I just work up from a nap five minutes ago.
Me too.
Me three.
Oh, I love Saturdays. A nice 2-3 hour nap in the afternoon, while hubby yells at whoever is knocking themselves silly over a piece of pig leather.
Clearly you’ve missed the crest of the siesta wave today, Improv Geek! yawns, stretches I also just woke up.
I just woke up from one. If I didn’t have to work tonight, I woudln’t have gotten up.
Just got back from some errands, put everything away, a couple hours to spare before I have to start dinner and get ready for the neighbor’s Halloween party…I think you read my mind.
Now, to find which one of these cats is in a nappy mood…
I woke up at noon, it’s 2:30 pm now, Hubby gone off on a boys only trip for the weekend, so yeah, a nap sounds great. That is if I can find a spot on the bed not already occupied by sleeping kitties. (I forgot to turn off the electric blanket, they love it when I do that.)
Maybe lunch first.
I would have answered earlier, but I was having a nap. With two kitties, even.
I was settling in for a nap about the time you posted the thread. So, see, you weren’t napping alone, right?
After this nap time, will there be milk and cookies?
I threatened to nap. I didn’t. Bad me. I’m thinking I should have. I coulda curled up with two beagles and (possibly) a new kitty.
I feel guilty taking a nap on the weekends, because I always worry I won’t be able to sleep later at night. Then I’ll be sleep deprived during the work week and everything will suck.
Yes, I have a huge stick up my ass.
If I feel like a nap, I nap. Hopefully not too long on the bus home, though, or I’ll miss my stop. 
Every time I lie down, The Cat Who Owns Me comes over, walks all around my body, making sure that I’m tucked in. Then it’s time for head scritches, while she gossips with me. She’s at least part Siamese, so she talks a lot. After head scritches, she lies down on me for a few minutes, and purrs. Once she’s sure that I’m well on my way to sleeping, she gets off me, and either wanders off to Supervise someone else, or lies down on my husband’s side of the bed to take a nap of her own. Nothing must disrupt this routine. I am her person, and she wants to make sure that I nap properly.
If you ain’t nappy, you can’t be Happy…
tsfr
There is a special place in hell for those people who can ‘nap’.
If it were up to me, it would be right next door to the piano-accordian players.
kam…who cannot sleep during daylight hours no matter how tired she is, and really hates those who can, can’t you tell???
That’s a shame. Well, we’ll do the napping for you, kambuckta. Certainly helps keep the mental engines running.
Hmmm…got an hour before kickoff of the Giants game. Think I’ll take m’self a pre-game snooze!
I worked three shows at the theatre last night, then a crew of us hung out and drank. I rolled home around 3:30am (after time shift) and slept until noon. The short nap on the couch kept me rolling for most of the night (well, that and the redbull I downed around 11:30)
Today is football and couch dozing unless one a friend calls with an offer to hang out.
– IG