I'm convinced that the happy feeling we have on Fridays is the same happy feeling we have when we see any cat. I'm not sure where the logic lies, but I'm not correct? I don't own a cat - or a cat doesn't own me, to be honest - but, I have a lot of friends who are cat moms, and whenever I go to their houses to visit them, the only thing I can focus on is the cat! I don't know what it is about them, but they are so compelling, and I love to be around them. If they love to be around me, you ask? Well… imagine me being so frenetic about the pet… of course, they hate it when I go visit.
But that's beside the point… and it's even embarrassing that I just revealed that to you…
When Friday is arriving, I can feel that same excitement going through my body. The weekend is coming; I'm already making plans, and I'm so ready for the week to be over. It's the same thing when I see those beautiful cats: I'm ready to spend a lot of time with them until my friends kick me out because I'm scaring their pets! Same thing!
I will say, though, that cats often create another type of feeling inside myself. A feeling that is not that related to Friday, but goes in the same direction. Sometimes, when I see a cat, all I want to do is get my fuzzy socks out, grab a blanket, and just chill in the coziest way possible. Cats also generate that feeling, and that one is far more approved by them, cause I'm more relaxed. And I think that is because of their fur and how cute and cozy they can be when they are tired. They just want to cuddle with you and fall asleep until who knows when… that might be the most heartwarming and wholesome feeling in the world: to cuddle with your cat until Monday comes around…