Boo wanted everyone to know that he was sleepy and was going to take a nap in the dee oh gee bed. 
And just in case anyone hadn't gotten the message:
Now, here I am, looking utterly distinguished and smart. Boogie, being Boogie, asked me if I am a Rag Doll cat since my legs are so short. After I'd thumped her smartly on the nose, I said, "No, you idiot--I'm old and my formerly rotund tummy has turned to flaps of hanging skin. Humans get to have cosmetic surgery for this. Cats do not."
So goes another day. Ho hum.
So goes another day. Ho hum.