After one particularly grueling shift in the call center, I went home and proceeded to crash on the couch.

Only a slight interruption by the wife leaving for her nurse duty woke me. But soon, I slipped back into dreamworld where strange images visited me and, as of late, did not leave. Until a few months ago I barely remember dreaming at all, but for hte past six weeks they have been vivid. This time a strage image of Wolverine gutting a sofa trying to get to Mr.Sinister who’s levitating backwards to some floating craft, but at the end of it a horrid feeling came over me as I realized that the dream sofa looked too much like the sofa I’m sleeping on, and I had a miniature Logan on my hands. I wasn’t conscious enough to act on that horrid feeling though, and snuffed back to a blank sleep.

At around ten o’clock in the morning, I was again lying with my eyes open, my headache nearly gone but once again the kat was nowhere to be seen. I was about to panic on what might have happened to my sofa by now, but then I felt a fuzzy sensation on my foot. Looking down I was met with the cutest sight I’ve ever seen! The kitty with it’s head, halfway upright, with my foot as its dusty pillow. Its bed made out of a basin lined with a clean white towel and pillowcase lay on the floor unused. A slight movement from me was met by an aggressively cute protest: the kitten, half-annoyed and half-trying to look cute, pushed its forehead against my foot, wearing what seemed like a content smile on its little face.

It’s been a long while since I’ve seen anything sleep like this, and as I used to, I lingered on for almost an hour just watching the kitten sleep, as entranced as I am as when I visit website about… educational stuff. At the end of it, I moved my foot to rest it’s head on my hand, but I guess by that time his sleep was much lighter, and before I could touch its head he got up and walked around like a drunk kitty, akin to me walking to a (cel)phone or to smoke in the middle of the night, or both, or one after teh other turns out to be a crank call. Alas, the help was on her way home, and I had to join my grandmother at the other house. I lifted the cute cat, filled its bowl with meat-pocket biscuits, then walked out of the house shouting reassurances that I’d be back after dinner.

So yes, while I spent my entire day sleeping like a loser, the cat made it bearable. Every call center agent needs a cat.