Peanut knows how to spend her Caturdays. And for her, every single day is Caturday.

I am envious at how completely relaxed and chill she is nearly all of the time. You might say that she’s purr-fectly relaxed.

Now if I could only convince her to switch places with me so that she can trek off to work at 6:15 am and I can sleep in . . .