Twilight, my feline son, has this cardboard scratcher lounger he absolutely loves. Occasionally, he does this silly goofy thing where he’ll just roll over, tumbling off the damn thing. I’m not sure whether this is as intended or by accident, but either way — the world ain’t so bad when you’re sprawled across a fluffy rug.

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