Front Row Seats to Cat Chaos

Cats are basically tiny comedians who don't know they're performing. Mine just tried

jumping onto the counter, miscalculated by exactly three inches, and slid down the

cabinet like a cartoon character. Five minutes later, he's stuck halfway through the cat

door, legs dangling, completely frozen like maybe I won't notice.

Then the grand finale: he spotted his own tail, went full predator mode,

spun in circles for twenty seconds straight, caught it, and looked genuinely

shocked it was attached to him. Zero brain cells, maximum entertainment. Living with cats

means having front row seats to chaos every single day.