A Day in the Life of a Cat

There are days I wish I were a cat. Specifically, a well-fed housecat. Then, I could spend the majority of my time napping, blissfully unaware of life’s problems. I mean, does it get any more relaxed than this:

Or this:

He uses that yoga mat more than I do, I’m afraid. There are times when my cat’s zen is briefly disturbed. Like, when there’s an insect on the ceiling that he can see but can’t reach:

Or when the smell of bacon is in the air and requires investigating:

This one is a bit blurry because I had to take it on the sly. As soon as he noticed me watching, he would sit down and give me his best ‘nothing to see here’ look. But after a few minutes of frantic activity, and a few licks of bacon greese, it’s back to this:

Yep, not a bad life. If only I were capable of such complete and utter relaxation.