We (cats & I) enjoyed Sunshiney Backporch Sunday.
They (cats) napped. I read a Harlequin Romance called Ruthlessly Bedded, Forcibly Wedded.
They (cats, and Harlequin) licked themselves all over. I constructed my plans for my lovah for later in the evening. And if I have to forcibly and ruthlessly demand a bedding, I know just how to do it.