Every nap, we have found, has a shape. First, the circling. Second, the settling. Third, the long breath out. Fourth, the paws folding under. Fifth, the eyes narrowing. Sixth, the ears giving up. Seventh, a twitch of the tail. Eighth, silence.
Most rest is lost at the second stage, when the sleeper decides that this particular spot, which has been fine for years, is not fine today. The circling begins again.
Trust the first spot, we say. Trust the warmth. The eighth stage is waiting, and it is very patient, and it is already smiling.
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