Perspective

This post is brought to you courtesy of Piper and Malkin.

This is what we did today:




Quite frankly, we think this is a very appropriate way to spend a Friday. Or a Monday, or a Tuesday, or any other day, for that matter.

We thought our human understood the pleasures of such activity. After all, she slept until 2:30pm today after coming home from work (we don't quite understand what she does there, but it is one of life's mysteries, we suppose). This was well and good. But upon arising, she engaged in some very peculiar behaviour. To wit, she left us on the bed and went outside into the sunshine, not returning until she had run 9 miles (or 14.4 km, to us Canadian cats).

While our human is in the habit of engaging in this odd activity she calls running, and we have become bemusedly accepting of this fact, never in her whole human life has she ever run this far, and we have become concerned. She seems to enjoy the habit. Exceedingly worrisome.

It took her a very long time. Not that we particularly care about the passage of time, but we wondered what the big hold up was. After all, we can run much faster than 11 minutes per mile. Not that we care to. But we could.

We have to admit, though, she is a lot skinnier than we are.

Oh well. Humans are bizarre. But as long as they feed us, and cuddle us, and leave us to rest peacefully while they go about their madcap lives, we suppose it doesn't make much of a difference, either way. So congratulations on your accomplishment, human. We think.