Beware of Evil Nap Cats

There's evil lurking in the shadows of my home; under the bed, behind the couch and in the closets. It slinks silently across the floor, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. It lulls you into a false sense of security with a sweet cry, a nudge against your leg. Before you know it your soul has been invaded  and there's no turning back.

The Evil Nap Cat has won.

Today about 3:30, my cat Sushi jumped into my lap. "Oh, hi," he said, "Just stopping by to say hi. And I love you."

I looked at him skeptically, "You're not trying to get me to take a nap, are you? Because I did sleep for 12 hours last night, the last thing I need is a nap."

"Me? Getting you to nap?" he exclaimed, "This is my 'incredulous face'. Ridiculous. But I think I'll just sit here in your lap for a second, if you'll allow me..."

A lap-sit turned into this:

If you're wondering, he's purring.

  "ZZZ. :snort: Oh, sorry, I must have fallen asleep," he said, "I'm so sorry. Say, wouldn't you be more comfortable if you put your head down? I mean football is on, I have always heard football is much more fun to watch if you're in a reclining position, don't you agree?"

So fine, I put my head on the arm of the couch.

Then he says to me, "Brr, isn't it a little chilly? You know what would be nice? That blanket. Yeah, just put it over your legs a little bit. Well, since it's here, I might as well go sit on that blanket. Looks kind of nice."

Which lead to this:

More purring and kneading. Another weapon in his arsenal.

My eyes started getting a little bit heavy. By then it was too late. The Evil Napping Cat had succeeded with this final blow:

Full-on NAPPING. 

Moral of this story? Don't mess with Evil Nap Cats. They will beat you every single time.