Rhubarb is a quiet, easygoing fellow. I dislike the idea of accusing anyone of laziness, but if the word applies to anyone in this household, it’s him.
He’d be quite content to sleep for twenty-three hours, have a snack, and go back to sleep. Assuming, of course, that he could grab his favorite spot: Maggie’s pillow.
Alas, some days he doesn’t move fast enough when the alarm goes off, and someone else claims the coveted spot.
(I hesitate to suggest it to the bereft orange fellow, but I suspect a certain amount of willful ignorance is involved. There’s a reason why “Thugbutt” is one of ‘Nuki’s nicknames.)
And, after all, snuggling with one’s siblings is its own reward.