I’ve been told there is a genre of internet stories/photos of the dad who didn’t want a cat who then becomes the biggest proponent of felines ever.
Guilty as charged.
Stuart the cat is my inspiration for how relaxed I want to be. I look at him and feel that whatever achievements I have made in comfort/napping/sleep, there is still the next level to attain.
In the above photo, when I initially fell asleep Stuart had his head cocked to the side on the red blanket and looked as chill as the historical Buddha.
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