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| Bubble's Day Where through a series of action-packed hourly photographs a tale of torpor on a scale unmatched in the annals of feline history is revealed |
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| The first rays of sunlight are already making Bubble's head nod. |
| But for serious sleeping you should always move on to a pillow. |
| "What? Who? Where? Erm.... |
| ... Zzzz" |
| Here Bubble has achieved a level of sleep so deep that it will take the rest of the day to wake up. |
| "I can't remember how to use my legs." |
| Nearly made it out of the bedroom, but not quite. |
| "There are other things in life too, you know." |
| I used to wonder why Bubble sits here right in the middle of the hall. |
| Until I tripped over her for the third time. Yes, we know you're there. |
| But still there after two hours? |
| Make that three. Getting in the way is really exhausting, though. |
| It's 11 pm and Bubble has found a place to rest for the night where it's a RIGHT PAIN to try and get her out. Night night, all! |
| Can't fight it... |