It is freezing. As I write this, I am wearing two pairs of pajamas and wishing that the winter were over. If I were just a little smarter, perhaps as smart as this cat, I would have purchased a heater long ago (I like to think the cat bought it, okay?) and then spent a good portion of my evening huddled before it. Why am I not smart like this cat? Why does my heating system constantly fail? Why does this cat have their shit more together than I do?

All good questions. Let's think about them together as we watch this cat get warm and hope that some of that heat can pass through our screens and onto our bodies. Or I guess onto my body. I don't know your life. You've probably got your shit together. Just like this cat.