Yeah happened to me too in the late 30s. This is the real midlife crisis, trying to come to terms with existential nihilism, it’s not buying a fucking red convertible…
It would be pretty fucked if the bottom was just two leg holes. You couldn’t sit down comfortably… you’d have to lay down and pray you don’t roll away while you’re suspended inside by you neck and angles… but I guess looking good is never easy
Mine does the same thing every morning, sits at her bowl, I open the cupboard door and pull out bag of food, start to tip it and as soon as the first tiny biscuit hits the bowl she fucking dives into it, her head pushing the bag away stopping me for adding more food so she snaps up the 10 or 12 that I managed to get in the bowl, then the other 10 or 12 that fell around the floor and then looks up at me and meows and I just stare back at her wondering if today is the day I stop owning a cat