I know, it's ironic, because cats just make me feel so happy. But I came to this realization as I went through my recent "I don't want to get out of bed-ness" after losing my job.
My cat, Scrappy (pictured here), was totally up for sleeping 20 hours a day. I can just hear his thoughts... "yep, naptime again! what are you doing up? ok, we can curl up on the couch with a blanket, the ice cream will help. nah, don't clean it up, we'll lick it off later... Naptime!"
He was totally digging this depressed thing.
Now I'm getting up, taking showers, and wearing deodorant (you're welcome those who come into contact with me).
His highness is not pleased.
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