Once again, I watched the cat rolling out on the couch at night. Blowing up, the back legs are stretched in one direction, the front one is somehow strangely bended in a almost prayerful gesture, the eyes are open, the look is absolutely meaningless and unmoving. It feels like he’s so good that he’s even... bad.
There was information that the Japanese allegedly did not keep cats in the house for this reason. They seem unbearable to watch someone do nothing. And I think it’s so funny to see a little happiness in a separate body.