Look... I'm a cat. We sleep. It's what we do. So don't go on about it...

Oh, all right. Between 10:00 and 18:30 you'll only catch me awake when I eat and drink. There are a range of locations in the saloon, galley and nav area from which I silently move to and fro. Because they never see me get up and move my parents think I may be teleporting myself around Esper. Well, I'll let you into a secret... I do, but only when they're not looking...

This is a relatively new spot for me. Notice how I have chosen the shady side of the boat. Now leave me alone and let me get some 40 winks.

I really don't see what's so funny. This is a very comfortable position.	This is my 'running-rabbit' sleeping position. Here I am dreaming of frollicking through country fields
Ninja-dreaming	What? Perfectly acceptable.
Variation on 'running-rabbit'	This is my standard position.

This is a fave spot when we're sailing, though I do find these bits of string a bit tangly

Sometimes I sleep on deck during the day. Again, I have several napping-spots of choice. Obviously my throne is the preferred option, but there is a space under the spray hood I enjoy, a place on top of the spray hood that's comfortable when shaded, and numerous areas around and in the cockpit.

My choice of sleeping position seems to be of endless fascination to my parents. On several occasions I have been aware of a presence as I sleep and upon waking have discovered one or other of them taking photos of me. I try to ignore them, but I suppose it is no more intrusive than when I wake them up to show them my affection or make them an animal offering.