My Cat Thinks His Basket Is a Throne
Every time I walk into the living room, my cat is sprawled in his basket like he owns the place. I bought him a fancy bed once—memory foam, faux fur, the works. He sniffed it, looked at me like I’d insulted his ancestors, and went right back to his ancient, slightly lopsided basket.
It’s not even that comfortable-looking. But he lounges there, one leg hanging out, eyes half-closed, radiating the kind of confidence I wish I had at work meetings. Sometimes he’ll catch me staring and give me that slow blink, like, “Yeah, this is my spot. You got a problem?”
Honestly, I envy his ability to just chill, zero cares given. If reincarnation is real, I want to come back as a cat with a basket and no deadlines. Anyone else’s pet have a weirdly specific favorite spot?
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