It is a well established fact that my cat is pretty lazy. He naps a lot. He naps inside, on one of his two chairs, or the bed, or the floor. He naps outside, on the deck, on the deck chair, on the front step, in the truck ( if I have left the windows open). If napping was a sport, like high diving, he’d win for the most complicated napping positions. Practice makes perfect I suppose.
He was not at all pleased that I was interrupting pre-supper naptime by trying to take his picture. He needed to rest up so that he had sufficient energy to wander over to his bowl and eat his food, and then the very strenuous activity of always being in the way while I was working in the kitchen. Such a difficult life.