Cat crusader

In case of more information on semi hibernation, meet cat.
Meow he says and enters his home each day in the wee hours of morning, if he has left for the night, that is.
In he comes, says a little purr, a bit of scratching and some stretching, applying face to his bowl. Looking up with needy eyes that oft ask for milk which he promptly gets. For this house is nothing save a bunch of his staff or slaves as one would care to put it.
Gobble, crunch, munch and a big ol' yawn.

With a spring in his step and a graceful jump he lets himself up on a small chair especially reserved for him near the radiator. He has moved on from sitting on the sofa, once he discovered the virtues of warmth emitted from an oil heater. A chair it is then. Beautiful black leathered, now sporting a considerable amount of soft discernible fur on account of its feline tenant.

And there, on the peak of undisturbed coziness the cat sleeps.
Sleeps like a merry comatose, a siesta unparalleled.
Curled into an impossible fetal position of a cute furball, he slumbers with an envious abandon.

From morning to noon to dusk he sleeps.
Time at a standstill while mundane chaos reigns in the background; of chores and chores and endless nothings..through all that he sleeps.
To the music of blenders, of dishes washed, notification pings and vegetables chopped. Cooking, cleaning and work outs and ukulele. He sleeps still, waking only momentarily to stretch or shift or eat some more, which he does almost 3-4 times in between his 10 hour long zzz's.

And when at night at wits end you wish to relax, he wakes up, a giant of irresistible cuteness refreshed, famished and playful in a mood to hunt.

What now, you might ask.
Fickle feline he does what he wants.
Hibernate some more you'd ask, but that's when he'd do exactly nothing you desire.
Meow to be let out, meow to be let in, meow for no reason, meow for absolutely nothing.

This rebel without a pause
this rebel with a paws

Sigh..