There's something about this that is both scandalous and comforting.
Don't you wish that you could be this ludicrously happy and content? I know I do. Instead, there are periods of stagnation that frustrate and times of sadness that feel like they're gradually filling my world, flooding my mouth and throat with despair, making it hard to breathe.
But not all the time. And not when I see something like this.
And don't envy the cat too much - he's actually sick of me taking pictures. The camera appears to be behaving better now, but I feel compelled to test it repeatedly. I don't like taking pictures of myself, and the cat's the most interesting thing in the apartment right now, so he's a frequent (if unwilling) subject.