My cat lounges next to the air conditioning unit
Bonkers, my cat, sought safety next to the air conditioner as the neighborhood was engulfed in a heat wave.
He could take refuge from the heat of the day and enjoy the gentle breeze there.
He was a generic black cat which said generic sounds awful but had beautiful green eyes. But he had a style that came with him. He would stretch his body out, then curl up in a cozy ball, as if he was some sort of king. The very fact that he was there, next to the humming air conditioner, testified to his unwavering love for luxury. He would look out over the city with an air of royalty. Occasionally, he would lift his head and look out the window, lazily watching the passing traffic below as the breeze caressed his fur. The birds singing from the nearby trees were pleasant, but they failed to capture his attention. In retrospect, I wish Bonkers had that simple life that he has. He was in an oasis of calm in my otherwise frenetic life. He taught me the value of slowing down to enjoy the little things. On rare occasions, I would even join Bonkers and lay out on the floor next to him. We used to enjoy the cool relief that the air conditioner brought to us as a pair. The cares of the world seemed to melt in those times, leaving behind a sense of contentment. In general, I’m very jealous of his life. I do have to still get him food and occasionally make sure his litter box is clean. But overall, he has it made. It must be great to be a cat.