“Me? A cat? You mean to tell me that if I have some fluffy fur, four legs, a fabulous tail, the smartest brain in this house, a healthy appetite for yummy treats, the cutest face you've ever seen, and you want to give me all the love, all day long, every day - it makes me a cat? Well, by all means then, call me a cat. If that just replaces my true title of ‘Ruler of all rooms, emperor of cardboard boxes, the absolute king of your schedule, tarnisher of glasses left on the counter unattended, master assassin of hairties, the first of his name’, then you can use the shortened version of ‘cat’. That's fine. I allow it because I love you. And also because you will give me double the amount of treats from day forward.”
Let's see, so for a whole vacation, you need to pack only your laptop, your chargers, a couple of shirts, maybe an extra pair of pants if you feel fancy, and literally all of your cats, preferably also the ones hanging around your house. Got it. Makes a lot of sense.
A religion worshipping cats? Where do we sign up? We want in.

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