When I sleep, I don’t normally snore. Sometimes, if I have a cold, but otherwise – not normally. No, I do something much better than that.
I sleep moan.
It’s a variant of snoring, I’m sure. I’ve heard myself do it before. It goes something like “mmmm… (pause) mmmm…” It’s actually pretty hysterical, in it’s own quirky little way. I don’t do it all the time, but I won’t deny that I do it. Fortunately, Mike is a sound sleeper, and couldn’t hear me over the sound of his own snoring, so it’s all good. He says it’s cute when I do it.
What does that have to do with “the cat” referenced in the title? Well, at this very moment, Mona is beside me on the couch, curled up, looking so peaceful… and sleep moaning.
My cat is sleep moaning. I can’t stop giggling.