A painting about a cat that swats mid-cuddle
I had a cat once named Kitty — original, I know. He was a cuddler, the kind who'd fall asleep against your chest and stay there for an hour. And then, completely out of nowhere, he'd take a swipe at my hand like I'd personally wronged him. No warning, no reason I ever figured out. Ten minutes later he'd be back on my lap, purring like it never happened.

Happy Caturday. If your cat's ever swatted you mid-cuddle for no reason, you already know exactly what this painting's about.