Like all cats, Hobbes spends a lot of his time sleeping. But he sprawls out in the most ridiculous positions. I can’t imagine them being comfortable, but he manages to pass out completely while being contorted in several different directions.
Case in point:
This is his most common sleeping position. His arms will be in one direction and his legs in the opposite with his big belly flopping out in the middle. He’ll even do this at the very top level of his cat tree, which is approximately 6 feet tall (our jaws dropped when that came through the door, let me tell ya!).
One time, he was sleeping just like that at the top of his cat tree. I saw him start to stir and roll over and then I watched as he rolled right out of the cat tree and fell to the ground. And yet he still sleeps sprawled out like that up there.
He’ll also sleep all contorted in the bottom cubby of his cat tree – his “house.”
Usually he goes there when we wants to be left alone. He didn’t take too kindly to my taking pictures of him in there.
Another thing Hobbes has done ever since he was little is drape himself across things, usually precariously. It didn’t matter that half the time he would slip off mid-sleep, he’d still choose to drape rather than sleep in a more sensible fashion.
He goes up there when he’s pouting because we won’t play with him. He learned how to jump up there while we were gone. He balances tight-rope style on a one-inch thick beam and then makes the giant leap up to the top of the bookshelf. First he meows several times to get our attention so that we know he’s ticked off at us and then he paces up there and finally ends his melodrama with a big pout, head hanging down.
And lastly, Hobbes just sleeps downright awkwardly sometimes.
Although lately, now that it’s colder, he has been curled up by his cat tree. He hugs his tail close to his chin like a child hugs a favourite stuffed animal.
And that is the many sleeping poses of Hobbes. Happy Monday!