I love my cats. All four of them. Sometimes I wish I had the life of my cats. As I get out of bed and crawl to the shower each morning with my eyes closed, they stay snuggled up cozy on the comforter. They tempt me to call in sick and take a nap with them. I keep telling them I have to go to work so I can afford to feed them. They look at me with droopy eyes and yawn widely before curling up tighter and falling back into kitty dreams. One more time, I contemplate the importance of having a career (is it really that important?) before letting the responsible side win over (for today anyway).
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