The Great Cat Nap Caper

Chapter 13

The sheer, unadulterated *exhaustion* of it all. That’s what Arke was feeling. Earth, in its infinite, baffling glory, was a relentless assault on his Lyran sensibilities. The constant hum of traffic, the bewildering array of processed foods that smelled suspiciously like… well, nothing he could categorize, and the sheer volume of *people* all moving with such frantic, uncoordinated energy. It was enough to make a sophisticated Lyran want to find a nice, quiet sunbeam and just… stop.

Unfortunately, Earth’s sunbeams seemed to be perpetually occupied by either discarded coffee cups or pigeons with an alarming lack of personal space. Arke, who had been attempting to deduce the purpose of a particularly aggressive street performer juggling flaming pins, felt his eyelids grow heavy. His carefully constructed facade of aloof observation was starting to crumble faster than a poorly made biscuit. He needed a respite. A brief, glorious oblivion.