What’s so special about having 2 legs, and ugly noses? I love my human parents and all, but why do they have to be human anyway? They don’t play with me like Sister does. She’s old, and even she gets the idea. I guess what I’m trying to say is that as I sit here on the floor, looking up, I’m glad to be down here.
Those humans don’t have this life figured out yet. Why can’t they just always smile?