While I now sometimes get to sit in the small gift armchair in our living room, it’s still a favorite of the cats. Sasha, in particular, likes to sleep atop the back of the chair, his body curving to fit the space between upholstered frame and attached cushion. Except that he doesn’t quite fit on the chair, and something’s always hanging over the edge: a fluffy white paw, a ring-striped tail, or a big, tawny head. On this day, Sasha was deep asleep on the chair, his little nose wrinkling, his paws twitching. Was he running or wrestling, stalking or smelling the flowers? Sweet dreams, Sasha-bear!