Napenclature

For a couple of days, workmen have been active in the apartment above.  The Beagle Posse came to me as a committee of the whole to lodge a grievance. 

"You make them stop," Tuppence demanded.  "They are disturbing our power restoration cycles."

"Power restoration cycles?"

Tommy spoke up, "When we coil, with our eyes closed, and appear motionless."

"Ah," I said, "You mean naps."

"They are disturbing us," snapped Tuppence.

"Yeah, I noticed. Yesterday you only managed about 18 hours of sleep."

A unison bark.  "We were NOT sleeping."

"Well, the eight hours burrowed under the covers with us last night, complete with snores and rabbit chasing yips, sure SEEMED like sleep."

"Stop changing the subject," said Tuppy.  "We're talking important daytime stuff. When those guys are banging and grinding up there."

"And when Tommy," I said, "is curled up on a throw pillow in the corner of the couch."

"I'm on Bushy-Tailed Tree Rodent vigilance," sniffed Tommy.  "What you call a pillow is an important rodent vibe concentrating platform--a RVCP, in military terms.  It raises me to the perfect level to pick up their sneaky chewing and chomping at the bird feeders."

"All the while cushioning your lazy dog butt."

"Did I insult YOU?" And Tommy pointedly turned to present just the butt in question to me.

"And you, Tuppence,  spend nearly every daylight and evening hour napping on my lap in the recliner.  I have not noticed a change in that due to carpentry above."

"AH, HAH," jumps Tuppence, "You don't even realize I am concentrated on saving your life and limb."

"Huh?"

"That is my Anti Gravitational Immunity station.  I curl up on your lap, and demand skritches and scratches, at great sacrifice to myself."

"Looks and feels like napping to me."

"And that's how good I am at it.  Look, just think, some day you are sitting there, watching a BBC Mystery show, and you suddenly become immune to gravity.  You would immediately crash into the ceiling, probably grazing the light and the fan on the way, and could be seriously injured.  Maybe concussion--which can be deadly.  You're welcome."

"Suddenly immune to gravity?"

"It can happen in a (then came a paw action I can only interpret as a canine attempt at finger snapping.)"

"No one becomes suddenly immune to gravity.  That's not how immunity OR gravity works."

"I will remind you," inserted Tommy, "That both immunity and gravity are merely Theories."

"Well, I have never felt even a twinge of immunity to gravity," I said

"I've been there to hold you down, and keep you from even feeling it," smugged Tuppy.

"Wait," I said, "I thought you wanted to talk about naps."

"You just don't listen," yawned Tuppence, and they both circled three times and  snoozed out.