We got Keaton from the Toronto Humane Society in November, 2007 – not long after my cat Milo died. He’s a grey cat with lots of personality, who follows us from room to room. A regular lap cat, he likes nothing better than collapsing on me in the evening as I’m couch potatoing. He can also be found napping on the bed especially if there’s sunlight streaming in, which is how I found him today.
If they’re treated well, pets can have such a carefree life and it’s grounding to see how little they have to care about. I often wonder what thoughts, if any, pass through their tiny brains:
“Warm light – must lie down and stretch!”
“Human – feed me!”
“Scratch my belly!”
“Purrrrrr…”
Here’s a picture of Keaton, stretching in the warm light.
I am Cat, hear me snore!
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Very cute!