I come home from work each day tired, drained, vaguely suicidal and feeling hopeless after dealing with what may very well be the "future" of Japan; It's horrible children. Mochi is always waiting at the door for me. He is a balm to my poor tortured soul. He is my oasis. Although, I can't help but feel slightly sour when he greets me with a stretch and a yawn, indicating he's been asleep for the past 9 hours or so.
Must be nice being a cat.
If I knew I could come back as a beloved house pet (I wouldn't agree if there was a chance I'd end up as a stray. No thank you.), I would so be reborn as a cat.
Think about their life. They sleep about 18 hours a day, eat, laze around in the sunshine, play for a while, demand someone play with them or feed them and the request is granted, have humans pick up after them, etc.
I could so do that life.
Although, Mochi makes it look like damn hard work. Observe his "This day has just exhausted me" yawn after he has spent all of Sunday afternoon doing nothing:
Looks can deceive. 15 minutes later he is sound asleep (yet again), and shall only rise to attack me (licking being the favored method of assault) around 2 a.m.
Yes, it is indeed good to be born a cat.
How could you look at this face and think otherwise?
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