I bought a fitness ball today so I can do awkward looking exercises to strengthen my core. You know, because I care about fitness. Anyway, once I inflated the ball with the horrible handjob action pump that was included… my cat was memorized by it. He couldn’t figure out what it was there for. He just kept staring at it trying to figure out whether it was a friend or a foe. His sister immediately decided that its intentions were pure evil and fled the room. She hates it. Cats hate fitness. It goes against their napping philosophy.
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I had assumed that this would startle Maximus Prime (the cat in jail). However, shortly after I placed him in Laundry Jail, he went to sleep. So much for trying to reform him into a productive member of society. He’s going to be on kitty cat welfare for life!