I woke up this morning, and I'm pretty sure I was a functioning member of society.
But then I looked at my cat, and I'm not sure anymore.
Apparently, the cat has taken over the world, and I'm just a tiny pawn in its paws.
As a highly trained and respected member of feline-overlords, the cat demands absolute loyalty and worship.
And the only way to meet these demands is with a nice, long nap. Because, let's be real, even the most powerful cats get tired.