Sometimes as our small black and white cat, Missy, wonders around sometimes I get the impression that she is lost and aimless. She doesn't particularly want to be fussed or played with, nor does she seem to want anything in particular. She wonders slowly and hesitatingly in and out, here and there... I can't help thinking that she pains over what the point of life is.
Why, ever, would you want to wake up, in this world?
I know my answer: To improve it.
But what is Missy's raison d'être?
of course, this was told by a couple of talking cats, and who can trust THEM? (they weren't even wearing boots.)
So, people - cat people - will justify their fuzz-butts existence in all sorts of ways. Cats are just well adjusted enough to accept their circumstances and be chill about it. They can take care of themselves - if they need to. They're ok with that. Their roll in the universe, is to just BE. (and lower people's blood pressure. And give crazy cat ladies something to lavish affection on, so they don't steal other peoples' kids and warp them with their goo-goo baby talk and stupid outfits. Some people should NOT breed. Especially cuz they loose interest in kids when they're no longer cute fashion accessories beholden to their care.)