a comparison

There is something so innocently beautiful about seeing a cat (especially one as adorable as Atticus) sleeping all comfy and cozy with his big fluffy belly in the air. I immediately am filled with warm feelings and must simultaneously give him loving belly kisses while finding my camera. All his beautiful-ness out in the open; no shame at all. I have dozens of these belly up snapshots, and I never get tired of taking them; nor do I get tired of running over and smushing my face into that soft fuzzness that would be a bellybutton.

This however brings me to my point…seeing a person in a similar position is not innocently beautiful at all. There is no warm feelings, except my stomach churning and the possible warmth of vomiting on my feet. Why is that? Besides the obvious that animals (specifically felines) are really the most adorable things on the planet. And they are allowed to do pretty much whatever they please….example?..Licking their own googly-bits. People, we can’t do that shit. Nor do we(I) want to (you sick fucks).

So next time you see fluffy belly, take a minute to bask in it’s glory; and a little wubbin’s wouldn’t suck either.