That's Max, living the life, chilling out with my daughter who is a magnet for all animate entities. And it's a good thing for Max she is a magnet because he's okay with being dragged into anybody's orb if it means he doesn't have to lift one hefty paw to make it happen. It's why I address him as You Big Galoot. He's also known as One Fat Cat and Lubber.Yes, he's lazy, but in all fairness to him, he was born that way. His two brothers were the real toms and his sister was the most active until she was spayed whereupon you can't look at her sideways without her peeling from sight. Max can't be bothered to outrun Death. He'd probably roll on his back as pictured and ask for the Reaper to give him a belly rub.Oh, to be that dumb. Don't get me wrong. Being human is an awesome position. No other species I'd rather be. But...yes, with me there's always a but...there are times like right now when I'm blinking like a drugged owl at the screen that I wonder what it would be like to experience the lifelong stupor Max wears so well.