As I write this blog post, I am surrounded by sleeping cats. One is in a shipping box full of crumpled up tissue on the floor of my home office. That box has been there since Christmas. Every time I make a move to recycle it, she hops in again. Another is in a fleecy cat bed on my desk. She has been there three hours now, snoozing soundly. This is not an unusual occurrence—even though it’s only noon and we all got out of bed a mere four hours ago.