Maybe it’s just the settings on my screen, but isn’t it the couch that’s purple, not the cat? 
He probably just read some Proust.
“But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.”
Or maybe “my butt is sinking into the ground. Feels odd. Do I like?”
Let me guess: His name is Moondoggie.
Unicorn Bird Chasers too.
Is that the Best Manatee?
Pet
or snack?
That looks like a very excellent spot for a cat nap! Good find, kitty!
She’s knocking on doors Jehovah’s Witness style, asking if folks have accepted Ceiling Cat into their nine lives.
