Pov: the cat judging your snack choices like a food critic

when you find the perfect nap spot but the sun moves

pov: you’re the laser dot and the cat’s just auditioning for a spy role.

when you hear the treat bag crinkle but you're still on stealth mode

that one friend who always says ‘let’s chill’ and actually means it.

nobody: me: extending my paws like a lazy keyboard shortcut

nobody: me: staring at the window like it holds the meaning of life

that moment your fur’s ready for a photoshoot, but your tail’s on edge

when you realize the sofa is actually a jungle gym