What is the True Nature of Reality According to My Cat

As I sat on the couch, pondering the meaning of existence, my cat walked in, looked at me, and meowed. I took this as a sign that the answer was clear: reality is a never-ending supply of catnip and laser pointers.

But is this really the case? Or is it just my cat's way of telling me to get up and refill her food bowl?

Join me on a journey to explore the depths of feline philosophy and uncover the secrets of the universe, one scratching post at a time.

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