The chronicles of Mr. Cat
"Meow," he hit his face lightly with his paws, but there was absolutely no reaction.
Samur's eyes remained closed and he continued his dream in which he died in new and exotic ways.
"Meow!" He tried again, this time hitting him a bit harder.
"Mmm…" A response; Samur stirred, but instead of waking up, he just turned over thus pushing Mr. Cat off his chest.
"…" Mr. Cat looked at him and quietly sighed.
It didn't seem that he was going to wake up anytime soon.
Well, Samur had been working really hard for the past few days, to the point that he slept only 2 hours a day, so it was only natural that he was so tired that slept right away.
However, if he wants to sleep, he should sleep in his room on his bed and not in the garden.
What should he do now? Sleeping by Samur's side seemed like a good idea, but he wasn't sleepy enough to do so in a garden.