Cats make us look bad. Or at least these two do. While we work and sweat and struggle and seek to find joy and meaning in our lives, they sleep and lounge and eat and once in a while chase a piece of string before taking a nap in the window in the front room with the afternoon sun taking the edge off the cold winter. And whenever and wherever the opportunity presents itself, they fall asleep on us and assume such blissful supine poses that we wish that we could be more like them.
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