That’s that damn cat in his damn bed, eating himself to obesity. Animal cruelty? Not really. Cute? Maybe. Cushy life cushioned by constant food and beddings? Definitely.

The fact that his life is an all you can eat buffet 24 hours a day 7 days a week contributed to his beer belly and pokerface, but you can bet your stinking arse that he is way better off than strays scavenging maggot filled dumpster fishing for edibles and ending up contracted with filth and disease. Not to mention that he will most likely not end up as a statistic on the road.

What’s in the life of a cat, actually? Eat? Sleep? Have fun entertaining themselves? And, in Dae’s instance, being my floormat? I believe that their life is not as complicated as we thought it was. It is all about Maslow’s, that theory about food, shelter, attention and love.

Really, what more could a cat ask for?

Another litter of kittens were spotted lurking downstairs and they were a friendly lot! Just like how Dae was not afraid of humans when I first picked him up. We saw two of those little furry creatures in the middle of the road and we move them to safety. They are so adorable I wished I could bring them home but its entirely impossible with that Garfield in the making already occupying a lot of resources and time. Some other time maybe. Goodbye, Payday and Restday. Wish you guys luck!

P/S: Dae used to be so small that we could wrap him up like a bundle of pillow~

I like to step on my cat. It was comfortable, except for the bites. Dang.