Sleepy cat

Sometimes I think it must be nice to be a cat. Or any animal that exists just to exist and has food and a warm place to sleep and just about everything else it desires given to it without any effort on its part beyond giving love and affection to its humans.

I think this whenever my cat Smokey takes a nap on the brightly colored rug in the living room because he looks so comfortable, and happy and because he is so round and sleeps so nicely and looks so content with that round tummy in vull view and his legs sticking out every which way.

Sometimes I think it must be nice to be a cat.

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