You might remember Pancake the now-pensive indoor cat from when he was just a little, fuzzy kitten completely unaware that his doberman friend could crush him with one mighty paw stroke. Pancake is all grown up now, idling his days away in front of the front door, where he keeps watch over the yard. Then, when that gets boring, he settles next to the floor vent. Should he go outside? Eh, I mean, he could, but what's the point, really, when inside is temperature controlled? Careful, Pancake — you seem to be succumbing to malaise.

[h/t Boing Boing]