As I lay here, staring blankly at the ceiling, I find myself pondering the intricacies of life's existential crises. And then, it hits me: I want a cat.
Not just any cat, mind you. I'm talking about the kind of cat that's simultaneously lazy and demanding. The kind of cat that will tolerate my presence, but only when it feels like it.
1. A cat provides a sense of purpose. I mean, have you seen the dedication of a cat to, say, napping or pestering its human for food?
2. Cats are low-maintenance. I can just leave the house and forget about it for a few hours, and it'll still be there, looking adorable and judging me.
3. It'll be a great conversation starter. "Oh, yes, my cat, the one that's currently plotting world domination in the spare room."