Watching my cat Speckle this morning, it occurred to me that he really has it figured out.
He meowed, plopped his chubby butt down on the floor, and waited for roomie to pet him. He meowed some more, and finally roomie pet him. He purred (Speckle, not roomie).
All that cat wants is love.
All that cat wants is love and food, and to chase a ping-pong ball around. And, as roomie put it, we’re all idiots for thinking we need more than that.