Let it be known that other cats are free to let their thingism lead them to turning items into plays, but I find most supreme contentment just imbibing sunlight’s warmthful rays.

So, when your feline steals your spudger and knocks to floor costly tech to state of kaput, I will not hear your kvetches, but, rather, continue daydreams about mouse-kebobs by the foot.

Now, if you do choose to emulate me in order to achieve a similar state of bliss, I will not stop you, but if you block any sunspot I desire—which are all of them—please expect a derisive hiss. ; )