Ever had one of those days when this was about all that you wanted to do? When you’re a cat, no one expects anything more of you than this.

I walked into our bedroom this afternoon to find that Sasha had burrowed his way into the quilt folded on our trunk. This was the view at one end; at the other, two tufted white paws poked out. When I snapped his photo, he opened his eyes a little more, yawned, then went back to sleep.