That one friend who thinks “5-minute nap” is a lifestyle choice.

me: *claims the highest shelf as my throne*

that friend who always says “just one more box” and ends up inside it

when you spot the garden party but the cat's got better plans.

pov: you’re the patchy-eyed cat dreaming about laser pointers

when you’re the only one who can see the lights on the tree but the cat’s still judgin

pov: you’re the cat, and the fabric is a cloud

when you hear the treat bag rustle but you're already on guard

when you hear a leaf rustle but the sun’s too comfy to chase it