I have always had an issue with La-Z-Boy recliners; not with the product, but with the name; its pronunciation, in particular. Here in Canada, the last letter of the alphabet is pronounced ‘zed’, so ever since my childhood, I have pronounced the furniture ‘la-zed-boy’.
I have my own ‘la-zed-boy’. His real name is Tucker. To be fair, all my cats can be pretty lazy at times. Cammie is the only one that seems to have energy befitting her species. But they all run from time to time; Renn is actually quite athletic, Tucker jumps and runs, and even Josie trots about when playing chase the odd time. But some of the things my roly poly does is earning him a bad reputation.
Consider one of his favourite positions in which to eat. He can barely bring enough energy to the effort to raise his head. He could be comatose and he would think, “Food? Well, yes, I suppose I could manage that.” And he’d fall unconscious again after dinner. Or during it.
I kid the sausage, of course. If he were really this lazy, I’d be concerned, since he is diabetic. He can, in fact, be quite active, romping about the sitting room at play-time and pursuing, and being pursued by, my Chubs sometimes in the afternoon. And his rear end has regained the strength it lost to diabetes. He leap up on to the couch and chairs now with his old ease. Well, as much ease as a roly poly can.
But seriously, in other moments, he can barely muster the strength to lift his fuzzy face over the rim of the dish. I think the next stage will consist of Tucker lying flat on the floor and me simply rolling the food into his mouth. If he has the energy to open it at all, that is.