To be a cat in the afternoon

Sometimes I really wish I could be a cat in the afternoon. I feed ours when I get home at 1 o'clock in the afternoon and when they're finished they find a comfy place to relax and digest. Maegan's safe and comfy place is always above the refrigerator (this is where she gets fed as well). Maegan and Owen don't get along because Owen can't help but hunt her.


Owen used to sleep as near to me as he could while still being comfy, until last week. The weather has finally become wonderful here and the herb garden has been growing well. Owen is a herb lover, just like me. He's like a kitten again when he sniffs the thyme or the nibbles the mint. His favorite place at the moment seems to be just in front of the miniature apple tree and underneath the dappled shade of the fennel and oregano.
Doesn't this make you wish you were a cat in the afternoon?