Cats are thinkers. Based on the cat's generally detached demeanor, one might assume his train of thought goes something like this:
food-sleep-butt lick-sleep-food-jingle mouse-poop-nap-catnip cigar-butt lick-sleep. Based on recent interviews with my cats, I am here to report that we are wrong. There's a flood of feline philosophic pondering percolating between those cute little pointy ears.
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| Phoebe foresees... |
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| Cosmo contemplates.... |
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| Saffy speculates... |
In short:
If we think we know exactly what our cats are really thinking... Wait. I think I need to stop right there. There's no answer that makes us humans appear particularly intelligent.
