With her tiny little cat bones and her tiny little cat skull and her warm belly that she loves to press against mine, most especially when I'm writing.
And I want to be her right now. To be free of human concerns and angst. I mean, don't get me wrong, she has her angst. Mostly it involves concern over food running out, how long food will take to travel from her human's hands to the floor, ham, and scotch tape. The rest of her time is spent looking for the next awesome place to take a nap.
I could live with that.