The Life of a Stray

Today I noticed a stray cat hanging around my house. She is the sweetest thing, and cute and cuddly. It must be nice to be a cat, to just look at a house and think “I like that house, if I go in and look cute and lick myself then they will feed me and let me live there”. It’s as if they just pick a house and decide that this is now their home. How nice to just look at something you like and take it for yours. They pay no mind to the previous owners of a place. They simply walk right in and mark their territory, claw the couch and groom themselves. Cats have it made, they aren’t trained in masses to chase sticks or sit pretty. They just get to be themselves. How nice it must be to live the life of a cat.