I believe that sometimes, just sometimes, we really need to take a step back and fully appreciate cats. You know, those fluffy, wide-eyed, razor taloned, moody animals that roam around your house, elevated by their own sense of superiority and rank, believing that all furniture, newspaper piles, boxes and window sills fall under their domain. They're the felines that ruin toilet paper rolls, pull out the seams on your duvet and kill less mice than rabbits. They almost deliberately poop outside of their litter box so that you may have the medial task of cleaning it up, and then they demand more food before they've even bothered to eat what's been freshly placed in their silver-lined bowls.

But alas, all pains aside, they're fluffy, they purr and don't you love it when they brush against your legs? My cat may often be the bane of my existence, but then again, on a cold, rainy day like today, it's nice to have a companion that's as devoted to sleep and laziness as myself, lying there across my legs, softly snoring and occasionally pulling out yet another thread from my duvet...

So as I sat in bed at 11 o'clock this morning, eating Sunday lunch's leftover fish and watching 'Coffee and Cigarettes', I once again thought about how I wanted to create a blog. It didn't have to follow any particular theme, but rather just a place for me to voice the inner antics of my often whimsical daydreams and philosophies.

My issue in life at the moment, is that I dream. I dream, and then spend my day watching English panel shows and having showers at 2pm. If only I could get out of bed. What happened to my motivation? Perhaps a part of it left with my forsaken attempts at getting a full-time job, or that I have trouble deciding what to do, so I therefore do nothing. 'Is this all I have in life?', I sometimes wonder. I'm often quite happy doing nothing. In fact, when I do have something on, I wish I didn't, I wish that I could laze at home doing absolutely nothing, by choice. Nevertheless, I know that this is a waste of my youth. Or is it? Is doing what you enjoy (although it may be frowned upon by most) really a waste of your time? I'd argue no; except that I have dreams. Big dreams. Dreams of travelling extensively overseas, being a renown professional, drinking coffee with the best of people...
                     ...If only I could get out of bed