Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?
Whilst I can’t claim to see inside Louis Catorze’s mind, I’m fairly certain he can’t fathom the future. And, since he has the memory of a swatted gnat, I don’t suppose he reflects much on the past, either. The little sod is very much focused on what’s happening in the present. And, right now, he is doing what he does every morning: snoozing on my lap whilst I sip a cup of tea.
This is what we do every morning, before the world wakes up. I make the most of this time because, once Cat Daddy is up, it’ll be all about him and Catorze will drop me like a hot stone.
I like to think that Catorze enjoys this time, too. If, like now, we’re going through a cold snap*, sometimes he warms his tail on my cup of tea, like this:

*Non-Brits: a cold snap in the UK means 1°C lower than it was the day before.
Starting every day like this doesn’t necessarily guarantee good things to follow, but it’s certainly the best start anyone could hope for. And, when I go to bed, I think about the future: specifically the next morning, and being able to do this all over again.
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