They call me Thomas. I live at Leenie's house. They say I am a Maine Coon Cat descended from cats that lived on Viking ships. My day has no agenda.
Sometimes I park my fifteen pound body on a windowsill to watch for birds and trespassing squirrels.
I am a predator, although I seldom waste my time hunting.
I earn my meals by acting cute and loveable.
I have my own spot of sunshine on the floor. I hate to go out in the cold, even though I have VERY thick fur.
I even have fur between my toes.
Most of the time, though, I show no interest in anything.
I am indifferent,
bored, lethargic, bordering on comatose;
LISTLESS.
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