First of all, she’s still Peanut. There’s no rebranding going on with this little lazy cat hidden beneath all those covers. She has many other monikers other than Peanut: Pipsqueak, My Tiny Panther, Her Royal Highness, and Lumpy, to name a few.

Also, she is quite comfortable underneath the blankets and in no imminent danger of suffocating or overheating. She herself chose to go undercover (pun very much intended) with no assistance from absolutely anyone else.

I think she does that to “hide” from the world. I imagine she thinks because she can’t see me, I can’t see her. Never mind, there’s a quite obvious cat outline in my bed. I let her think she’s outsmarted us all and can’t be found.

It’s also possibly a way of saying “do not disturb” because this is not the usual level of cat-napping. People basically have two modes: napping and not napping. Cats on the other hand have several levels and modes of napping, from barely asleep to dead to the world to wake-me-and-you-die-painfully.

Peanut has taught me that napping done right is an art. You can’t just willy-nilly throw yourself on a bed and nap. It takes years of practice to get the technique and the form just right. I am in awe of her napping ability.

Also, it helps when you get to sleep 23 hours and 45 minutes out of 24 hours every single day. That doesn’t hurt one bit.