Bad Astronomy

Caturday Night’s All Right For Napping

I haven’t done a Caturday post in a long time, not since I moved here to Slate at least. And I pulled a muscle in my arm, making it hard to type long, in-depth astronomy posts, so I figure why not?

Cat sleeping on blankets
Well, it is squatterday. Click to felixenate.

Image credit: Phil Plait

We washed our TV-watching blankets, and my wife stacked them on the chair. The cat decided this would be the best place ever to camp out. We haven’t been able to budge her in hours.

Clearly, our cat thinks she’s royalty. But then, why couldn’t she feel the pea under those blankets?