Given that she was still a small cat thing, and given how irritated she was with the whole situation in every way, Aravis had taken to attempting to sleep away the days and thus deal less with how annoying it all was.

Plus, for some reason, she felt compelled to sleep about twenty hours a day anyway. She wasn't sure why.

As a result, she was curled up in Seely's bed -- under the blanket, with her head on the pillow, far more like a girl than a cat -- and out cold.

[for he whose alcove this be.]