Have you ever looked at your cat and wished you could have their life? Like...that your job could be sitting about on a cushion on the sunshine looking pretty, while your person feeds and dotes on you? Or that you could get away with being completely obnoxious (i.e. poaching bits of toast off your person's plate) just because you're cute? Or that you could spend all day curled on the futon and no one would think you were a total lazy wastrel?
On the downside though, they have to eat cat food.
This is Nebraska, and his brother (the one laying by my head in my photo) is Turtle.