My cat clearly knows the meaning of life.

I’ve seen it in her eyes. That calm, superior stare. The kind that says, “I solved it years ago.”

But she has absolutely no intention of sharing the secret.

She’ll just sit there, judging my stress, my deadlines, my existential crises… then lick her paw like, “You’re overcomplicating everything.”

I’m pretty sure the answer is simple.

She just doesn’t think we deserve it. 🐾