Sometimes I wish I were a cat. Take Emma, here, for instance. She lives on her own terms. Forget calling her name, she won’t answer. Don’t even try to pet her or go near her. But when she wants some attention, or needs an itch scratched, you better drop everything and get it, or she’ll meow.

She’s beautiful and graceful, quiet, yet powerful. Her eyes are crazy - that golden yellow color makes them seem like she’s looking right through and knowing everything there is to know about you. She’s not going to listen to you whatsoever, but she’ll make your life that much better for tolerating you.

Yes, cats live the good life.

Yes, I know it’s Saturday. But I forgot yesterday. So DEAL WITH IT.

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