Where do the days go? Don’t answer. That is a rhetorical question. I wanted to write a Caturday post but by the time I got around to it, it was past midnight, meaning it is technically Sunday.
I would like to be a cat in my next life because have you noticed that the passing of time is irrelevant to them? One minute they are taking a nice bath and the next minute they are attacking a toy mouse or jumping into a cardboard box.
They have no agenda whatsoever.
Look at this. Does this animal appear to be concerned about tasks that need doing or the world economy or what’s happening in war-torn regions? No. Not a care.
In this picture, her chief objective is to be let in out of the cold. Seriously, of all the things to care about, all that matters to her is personal comfort. Do you suppose she thought for a moment about the fact that I might have better things to do than open doors for Her Highness?
And of course there are her food needs. Here she is trying to poach some of my son’s breakfast, even though she had already eaten hers!
And just imaging being able to chill anytime you want an hang out with your friends. What a life!
I will not mention the regurgitated mouse I discovered on my carpet today. Oops, I guess I just did.
Okay, I’ve changed my mind. I do not want to be a cat in my next life because... just no. My hunting instincts are non-existent. And I desperately want world peace.
Thank you for reading my random musings and bizarre attempts at humor!