High Expectations thwarted by Naptime

I had the whole day to myself on this fine Wednesday.  I got up relatively early, rolled out of bed, showered, picked out a cute outfit (tie-dye tee that I knew my best bud, Tiff, would LOVE and jeans) and headed down the road to meet Harry for lunch.  An hour later I'm heading home singing along with the "Josie and the Pussycats" soundtrack (WHAT?!  It's peppy and fun and I, for one, LOVE it!).  Arriving home I take one look at my still ailing kitty staring at me and purring in stuttered bursts from the bedspread and I'm hooked.  Soon after we're snoring away and my day of productivity is halted as trash is forgotten and tasks of cleaning are pushed to the wayside.  

As if on cue, or like she knows I'm writing about her, Phoebe walks over to my laptop, steps on my hands and looks at me imploringly.  So, I guess we're taking another nap!  

Happy Hump Day from the Napping Duo!

(Yup - her arm is still shaved.  They both are, actually - and not growing back!  Do they  have Rogaine for Kitties?)