“You’re useless!” I grumble when I trip over a cat that weighs four times what he should.
He opens one eye before wiggling deeper into the sunlit mat by the patio door.
OK, maybe not totally useless. He holds the mat down when the door opens.
His enormous, though inert, body keeps pigeons from squatting on my patio furniture.
If I wanted to lift weights, I could just lift him.
He makes a decent doorstop.
But in the evening, when he klunks down into my lap, his use is clear.
His purrs warm my heart. His silky fur soothes me.
Good to read! Thank you for this post.