Ivy’s Busy Morning – A Cosy Sleep Story with a Busy Cat - Rest: Sleepy Bedtime Stories

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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Good evening and welcome to Rest, your sanctuary for peaceful
sleep and relaxation. Whether you're escaping daily stresses or seeking
a nightly companion, you're in the right place. My name
is Jessica, and I'll be your host this evening. Before

(00:27):
we begin, why don't you turn off your screens and
turn down your volume. Now that's done, let's unwind and
help you ease into a blessed rest. Before we begin

(00:52):
tonight's story, let's just take a moment to slow everything
down together. You've made it to this quiet place, a
soft corner of the night, where nothing is urgent and
everything can wait. Let your eyes grow heavy, Let your

(01:20):
shoulders sink down away from your ears, Let your breath
become the softest thing in the room. In hail gently

(01:42):
and exhil even slower. There's nothing you need to do
right now but rest. This story will be read three

(02:03):
times so you can gently drift deeper into rest at
your own pace. Stories have a way of quieting thoughts
without force. They offer us a place to curl up
and let the day melt away. Tonight, I have the

(02:29):
pleasure to share with you a tale of a young
cat named Ivy. She's sassy and playful, mischievous and a
bit of a handful, and she likes to walk underfoot,

(02:50):
so one must always be careful. Her brother, Milo, on
the other hand, is calm and laid back, his soft
fur white and black, and no matter how recently he's eaten,

(03:11):
he'll always be up for a snack. Ivy and he
are inseparable. They play together, wrestle together, groom together, and
nap atop their cat trie together. We begin our story

(03:35):
on a lazy morning. As our little hero just begins
to stir from her sleep, Ivy yawned and rose from
her bed with a long, satisfying stretch. She looked around

(04:00):
and found that, as usual, she was the first one awake.
As such, she took it upon herself to help the
rest of the household start their day. As Ivy walked

(04:20):
past the dining table, she saw Milo sleeping a little
too peacefully on one of the chairs. His chest rose
and fell in long, deep breaths, one pour dangling over

(04:40):
the edge and twitching as he dreamed. Ivy considered waking
her brother first, but then thought better of it. Perhaps
if he slept just a little longer, he would be

(05:00):
late for breakfast, and his food bowl would be left unattended.
Thinking herself rather clever, she continued through the house and
sat before the door to her parents' bedroom. Now Ivy

(05:24):
was a patient cat, but not too patient, and she
waited several long, agonizing seconds before announcing her hunger. Her
mews were soft at first, then grew louder. She heard

(05:50):
her parents stirring beyond the door, but it remained firmly closed.
Thinking for how her calls had not been heard, Ivy
began to me out even more loudly. Still, the door

(06:11):
stayed shut. Milo, however, had heard her, and came trotting
across the house to sit beside her. Ivy waited another
few long seconds until a distant bell chimed four times

(06:35):
somewhere outside the house. This time, Ivy's mews finally seemed
to work. She heard a sigh from her mother, then
the sound of footsteps crossing the bedroom. At last, the

(06:57):
door swung open. Ivy began to weave between her mother's legs,
assuring her that it was okay that her calls had
gone unanswered for so long. Milo attempted to join her,

(07:20):
which earned him a gentle smack with her poor, he
hadn't helped to wake the rest of the house. While
Milo was the larger of the two, Ivy was much
more spirited, and she meowed in protest as her brother

(07:43):
tried to cut in on her attention. She raised her
poor again, just as their mother said one of Ivy
and Milow's favorite words, breakfast. In an instant, Ivy took

(08:06):
off down the hall, her brother at her heels. They
darted back and forth between their mother and their bowls
until at last breakfast was served. Ivy took a few

(08:28):
bites of food, then looked over at Milo's dish, then
back at her own. Why did his meal look so
much more delicious than hers? Somewhat miffed, Ivy took it

(08:51):
upon herself to take a sample from Milo's bowl. It
was tastier than hers, or was it? She went back
and forth, taking a bite from each dish, trying to decide. Then,

(09:16):
to Ivy's horror, Milo tried to take a bite of
her food. Shocked, she swiftly batted him away. He stared
at her a moment, then returned to his bowl. Ivy

(09:37):
began eating very quickly, making sure that Milo wouldn't have
the chance to try to steal from her again. When
she finished, she saw that Milo still had a third
of his breakfast remaining. Deciding that Milo must have gotten

(10:03):
more than her, Ivy trotted over to her brother's bowl
to make sure she got her fair share. To her surprise,
he rudely tried to nutch her out of the way
with his nose. She raised her poor and struck him

(10:27):
on the shoulder. Milo lunged toward Ivy, but she darted away.
He went back to his bowl, then tried to get
her again when she tried to eat as well. A
moment later, the two were wrestling all across the kitchen floor.

(10:55):
Soon all thoughts of breakfast were forgot, and what started
as a bit of a tussle turned into a playful game.
It was great fun until Milow very unfairly used his

(11:18):
larger size to pin Ivy down. She let out a
pitiful meow, feeling very mistreated that he had suddenly cheated
at their game. Both cats froze. When their mother came

(11:39):
into the kitchen, hands on her hips, she said something
about how this was a civilized household and this is
not how civilized pets behaved. Ivy freed herself from Milow

(12:02):
sat down and began licking one of her paws. It
served him right getting scolded by their mother. He had
been acting rather uncivilized. Ivy, however, was a perfect little lady,

(12:25):
and she prided herself on it. Shooting Milow a glare,
Ivy held her head high and walked over to her
mother and rubbed against her legs. Her mother looked down
at her and said something that almost sounded like an accusation.

(12:52):
Ivy stretched and gave her brother a very smug look
after her mother's stern sounding words couldn't possibly be directed
at her. While Ivy liked her privacy and independence, she

(13:15):
also had a great fear of missing out on anything
and everything that happened around the house. She followed Milo
into their parents' bedroom and watched from the floor as
her brother draped himself across their father's neck and closed

(13:39):
his eyes. Deciding there was nothing interesting to be seen
in such a normal, almost mundane way to sleep, Ivy
set out in search of her mother. She found her
standing in the bathroom running a brush through her hair.

(14:06):
Ivy sat in the doorway and tilted her head, thinking
the whole thing was rather silly. Ivy hated being brushed.
On top of finding it all very unnecessary. Her paws

(14:27):
and her tongue were more than adequate to keep her
black and white fur healthy and lustrous. Her mother winced
and let out a little yelp when the brush snagged
in her hair. Being a helpful, thoughtful little cat, Ivy

(14:53):
decided to help her mother. She leaped up on the
countertop and stretched a paw toward the brush. Her mother
must not have realized that Ivy was trying to help,
because she kept trying to show her away. Ivy, determined

(15:19):
to be helpful, gave up trying to touch the brush
and instead tried to run her pow through her mother's hair.
To Ivy's great offense, her mother picked her up, kissed
her upon the head, and dropped her on the couch.

(15:44):
She watched positively miffed as her mother returned to the
bathroom and closed the door. Her mother liked to run
her hands through her fury, couldn't she do the same
with her paws. Turning up her nose at the double standard,

(16:09):
Ivy saw the sun had just started to rise above
the neighboring buildings. Its warm light streamed through the window
and fell upon the cat tree, Ivy walked across the
couch and effortlessly left to the elevated platform. To her delight,

(16:39):
the plush carpet was already warm. She yawned and stretched,
then circled a few times before curling up into a
tight ball. She closed her eyes bust in the sunlight.

(17:03):
The morning had already been quite eventful for Ivy. It
wasn't easy waking the whole household, ensuring food distribution was fair,
and making sure Milo was acting in a civilized manner.

(17:26):
Even her mother's dismissal of her very kind offer of
help had left her exhausted. Soon, Ivy felt herself beginning
to doze, her body feeling heavy and lethargic as her

(17:50):
breathing slowed. She didn't even stir when Milo jumped up
beside her and settled in close, nor did she mind
when he rested his head on her side. She was

(18:12):
a gracious cat, after all, and didn't mind sharing her
napping place, at least for right now, that is. Ivy
yawned and rose from her bed with a long, satisfying stretch.

(18:37):
She looked around and found that, as usual, she was
the first one awake. As such, she took it upon
herself to help the rest of the household start their day.

(18:57):
As Ivy walked past the dining table, she saw Milo
sleeping a little too peacefully on one of the chairs.
His chest rose and fell in long, deep breaths, one pour,

(19:18):
dangling over the edge and twitching as he dreamed. Ivy
considered waking her brother first, but then thought better of it.
Perhaps if he slept just a little longer, he would

(19:39):
be late for breakfast and his food bowl would be
left unattended. Thinking herself rather clever, she continued through the
house and sat before the door to her parents' bedroom.

(20:01):
Now Ivy was a patient cat, but not too patient,
and she waited several long, agonizing seconds before announcing her hunger.
Her mows were soft at first, then grew louder. She

(20:29):
heard her parents stirring beyond the door, but it remained
firmly closed. Thinking perhaps her calls had not been heard,
Ivy began to me out even more loudly. Still the

(20:50):
door stayed shut. Milo, however, had heard her, and came
trotting across the house to sit beside her. Ivy waited
another few long seconds until a distant bell chimed four

(21:13):
times somewhere outside the house. This time, Ivy's mews finally
seemed to work. She heard a sigh from her mother,
then the sound of footsteps crossing the bedroom. At last,

(21:36):
the door swung open. Ivy began to weave between her
mother's legs, assuring her that it was okay that her
calls had gone unanswered for so long. Milo attempted to

(21:57):
join her, which earned him him a gentle smack with
her poor. He hadn't helped to wake the rest of
the house. While Miloe was the larger of the deo,
Ivy was much more spirited, and she meowed in protest

(22:21):
as her brother tried to cut in on her attention.
She raised her poor again, just as their mother said
one of Ivy and Milow's favorite words, breakfast. In an instant,

(22:44):
Ivy took off down the hall, her brother at her heels.
They darted back and forth between their mother and their
bawls until at last breakfast was served. Ivy took a

(23:07):
few bites of food, then looked over at Milo's dish,
then back at her own. Why did his meal look
so much more delicious than hers? Somewhat miffed, Ivy took

(23:29):
it upon herself to take a sample from Milo's bowl.
It was tastier than hers, or was it. She went
back and forth, taking a bite from each dish, trying

(23:51):
to decide. Then, to Ivy's horror, Milo tried to take
a bite of her food. Shocked, she swiftly batted him away.
He stared at her a moment, then returned to his bowl.

(24:15):
Ivy began eating very quickly, making sure that Milo wouldn't
have the chance to try to steal from her again.
When she finished, she saw that Milo still had a
third of his breakfast remaining. Deciding that Milo must have

(24:42):
gotten more than her, Ivy trotted over to her brother's
bowl to make sure she got her fair share. To
her surprise, he rudely tried to nudge her out of
the way with his nose. She raised her paw and

(25:05):
struck him on the shoulder. Milo lunged toward Ivy, but
she darted away. He went back to his bowl, then
tried to get her again when she tried to eat
as well. A moment later, the two were wrestling all

(25:31):
across the kitchen floor. Soon all thoughts of breakfast were forgotten,
and what started as a bit of a tussle turned
into a playful game. It was great fun until Milo

(25:53):
very unfairly used his larger size to pin Ivy down.
She let out a pitiful meal, feeling very mistreated that
he had suddenly cheated at their game. Both cats froze.

(26:16):
When their mother came into the kitchen, hands on her hips,
she said something about how this was a civilized household,
and this is not how civilized pets behaved. Ivy freed

(26:38):
herself from Milow, sat down and began licking one of
her pores. It served him right getting scolded by their mother.
He had been acting rather uncivilized. Ivy, however, was a

(27:01):
perfect little lady, and she prided herself on it. Shooting
Milow a glare, Ivy held her head high and walked
over to her mother and rubbed against her legs. Her

(27:22):
mother looked down at her and said something that almost
sounded like an accusation. Ivy stretched and gave her brother
a very smug look. After all, her mother's stern sounding

(27:42):
words couldn't possibly be directed at her. While Ivy liked
her privacy and independence, she also had a great fear
of missing out on anything and everything that happened around

(28:02):
the house. She followed Milo into their parents' bedroom and
watched from the floor as her brother draped himself across
their father's neck and closed his eyes. Deciding there was
nothing interesting to be seen in such a normal, almost

(28:28):
mundane way to sleep, Ivy set out in search of
her mother. She found her standing in the bathroom running
a brush through her hair. Ivy sat in the doorway
and tilted her head, thinking the whole thing was rather silly.

(28:55):
Ivy hated being brushed on top of fire. It all
very unnecessary. Her paws and her tongue were more than
adequate to keep her black and white fur healthy and lustrous.

(29:17):
Her mother winced and let out a little yelp when
the brush snagged in her hair. Being a helpful, thoughtful
little cat, Ivy decided to help her mother. She leaped
up on the countertop and stretched a paw toward the brush.

(29:44):
Her mother must not have realized that Ivy was trying
to help, because she kept trying to show her away. Ivy,
determined to be helpful, gave up trying to touch the
brush and instead tried to run her pow through her

(30:08):
mother's hair. To Ivy's great offense. Her mother picked her up,
kissed her upon the head, and dropped her on the couch.

(30:29):
her hands through her fur. Why couldn't she do the
same with her paws. Turning up her nose at the
double standard, Ivy saw the sun had just started to

(30:53):
rise above the neighboring buildings. Its warm light stream through
the window and fell upon the cat tree. Ivy walked
across the couch and effortlessly left to the elevated platform.

(31:15):
To her delight, the plush carpet was already warm. She
yawned and stretched, then circled a few times before curling
up into a tight ball. She closed her eyes, basking

(31:39):
in the sunlight. The morning had already been quite eventful
for Ivy. It wasn't easy waking the whole household, ensuring
food distribution was fair, and making sure Milo was acting

(32:02):
in a civilized manner. Even her mother's dismissal of her
very kind offer of help had left her exhausted. Soon,
Ivy felt herself beginning to doze, her body feeling heavy

(32:26):
and lethargic as her breathing slowed. She didn't even stir
when Milo jumped up beside her and settled in close,
nor did she mind when he rested his head on

(32:48):
her side. She was a gracious cat, after all, and
didn't mind sharing her napping place, at least for right now,
that is. Ivy yawned and rose from her bed with

(33:11):
a long, satisfying stretch. She looked around and found that,
as usual, she was the first one awake. As such,
she took it upon herself to help the rest of

(33:32):
the household start their day. As Ivy walked past the
dining table, she saw Milo sleeping a little too peacefully
on one of the chairs. His chest rose and fell
in long, deep breaths, one poor dangling over the edge

(33:59):
and twitching as he dreamed. Ivy considered waking her brother first,
but then thought better of it. Perhaps if he slept
just a little longer, he would be late for breakfast

(34:21):
and his food bowl would be left unattended. Thinking herself
rather clever, she continued through the house and sat before
the door to her parents' bedroom. Now Ivy was a

(34:43):
patient cat, but not too patient, and she waited several
long agonizing seconds before announcing her hunger her The mews
were soft at first, then grew louder. She heard her

(35:08):
parents stirring beyond the door, but it remained firmly closed.
Thinking perhaps her calls had not been heard, Ivy began
to me out even more loudly. Still, the door stayed shut. Milo, however,

(35:34):
had heard her, and came trotting across the house to
sit beside her. Ivy waited another few long seconds until
a distant bell chimed four times somewhere outside the house.

(35:56):
This time, Ivy's mews finally seemed to work. She heard
a sigh from her mother, then the sound of footsteps
crossing the bedroom. At last, the door swung open. Ivy

(36:20):
began to weave between her mother's legs, assuring her that
it was okay that her calls had gone unanswered for
so long. Milo attempted to join her, which earned him
a gentle smack with her paw. He hadn't helped to

(36:45):
wake the rest of the house. While Milo was the
larger of the dew, Ivy was much more spirited, and
she mewed in protein. As her brother tried to cut
in on her attention, she raised her poor again, Just

(37:10):
as their mother said one of Ivy and Miloe's favorite words, breakfast.
In an instant, Ivy took off down the hall, her
brother at her heels. They darted back and forth between

(37:34):
their mother and their bowls until at last breakfast was served.
Ivy took a few bites of food, then looked over
at Milo's dish, then back at her own. Why did

(37:58):
his meal look so much more delicious than hers? Somewhat miffed,
Ivy took it upon herself to take a sample from
Milo's bowl. It was tastier than hers? Or was it?

(38:22):
She went back and forth, taking a bite from each dish,
trying to decide. Then, to Ivy's horror, Milo tried to
take a bite of her food. Shocked, she swiftly batted

(38:45):
him away. He stared at her a moment, then returned
to his bowl. Ivy began eating very quickly, making sure
that Milo wouldn't have the chance to try to steal
from her again. When she finished, she saw that Milo

(39:12):
still had a third of his breakfast remaining. Deciding that
Milo must have gotten more than her, Ivy trotted over
to her brother's bowl to make sure she got her
fair share. To her surprise, he rudely tried to nutch

(39:37):
her out of the way with his nose. She raised
her poor and struck him on the shoulder. Milo lunged
toward Ivy, but she darted away. He went back to

(39:57):
his bowl, then try to get her again when she
tried to eat as well. A moment later, the two
were wrestling all across the kitchen floor. Soon all thoughts
of breakfast were forgotten, and what started as a bit

(40:22):
of a tussle turned into a playful game. It was
great fun until Milo very unfairly used his larger size
to pin Ivy down. She let out a pitiful meal,

(40:44):
feeling very mistreated that he had suddenly cheated at their game.
Both cats froze. When their mother came into the kitchen
on her hips. She said something about how this was

(41:07):
a civilized household and this is not how civilized pets behaved.
Ivy freed herself from Milow, sat down and began licking
one of her paws. It served him right, getting scolded

(41:30):
by their mother. He had been acting rather uncivilized. Ivy, however,
was a perfect little lady, and she prided herself on it.
Shooting Milow a glare. Ivy held her head high and

(41:54):
walked over to her mother and rubbed against her legs.
Her mother looked down at her and said something that
almost sounded like an accusation. Ivy stretched and gave her
brother a very smug look. After all, her mother's stern

(42:20):
sounding words couldn't possibly be directed at her. While Ivy
liked her privacy and independence, she also had a great
fear of missing out on anything and everything that happened

(42:41):
around the house. She followed Milo into their parents' bedroom
and watched from the floor as her brother draped himself
across their father's neck and closed his eyes. There was
nothing interesting to be seen in such a normal, almost

(43:07):
mundane way to sleep. Ivy set out in search of
her mother. She found her standing in the bathroom running
a brush through her hair. Ivy sat in the doorway
and tilted her head, thinking the whole thing was rather silly.

(43:34):
Ivy hated being brushed, on top of finding it all
very unnecessary. Her paws and her tongue were more than
adequate to keep her black and white fur healthy and lustrous.

(43:56):
Her mother winced and let out a little yelp when
the brush snagged in her hair. Being a helpful, thoughtful
little cat, Ivy decided to help her mother. She leaped
up on the countertop and stretched a paw toward the brush.

(44:23):
Her mother must not have realized that Ivy was trying
to help, because she kept trying to show her away. Ivy,
determined to be helpful, gave up trying to touch the
brush and instead tried to run her pow through her

(44:47):
mother's hair. To Ivy's great offense, her mother picked her up,
kissed her upon the head, and dropped her the couch.

(45:08):
her hands through her fur, why couldn't she do the
same with her paws. Turning up her nose at the
double standard, Ivy saw the sun had just started to

(45:32):
rise above the neighboring buildings. Its warm light streamed through
the window and fell upon the cat tree. Ivy walked
across the couch and effortlessly left to the elevated platform.

(45:54):
To her delight, the plush carpet was already warm. She
yawned and stretched, then circled a few times before curling
up into a tight ball. She closed her eyes, basking

(46:18):
in the sunlight. The morning had already been quite eventful
for Ivy. It wasn't easy waking the whole household, ensuring
food distribution was fair, and making sure Milo was acting

(46:41):
in a civilized manner. Even her mother's dismissal of her
very kind offer of help had left her exhausted. Soon,
Ivy felt herself beginning to dose, her body feeling heavy

(47:05):
and lethargic as her breathing slowed. She didn't even stir
when Milo jumped up beside her and settled in close,
nor did she mind when he rested his head on

(47:27):
her side. She was a gracious cat, after all, and
didn't mind sharing her napping place, at least for right now,
that is,

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