Happy cat, happy life

I’ve got a 2-year-old British Shorthair who’s basically a fluffy cloud in cat form—seriously, petting him is like touching a marshmallow. I now spend my days glued to him at home, chuckling at how he sprawls across my lap like he owns me.

In addition to feeding and giving water to the cat, I can also scoop the litter box. If the floor gets dirty from the cat, I can clean it up (if there’s a vacuum cleaner). I’ll play with the kitty, take photos of the cat, and send them to the owner.