That one human who thinks the laser is a game, not a personal attack on the cat's dignity

when you hear the treat bag rustle but it's just the neighbor's cat

pov: your cat's new job is "professional model on a blue runway.

i’m not lazy, i’m on energy-saving mode.

cat's audition for the role of

that calm cat who knows the box is better than the camera.

when you realize your stare is a 2-tone mood board

nobody: me: eyes glued to the window like the tabby on a sunday.

pov: you’re the laser, but the cat’s already meditating