Sun’s Out? Great, I’ll Start Photosynthesis Grumpy Cat

Sun’s Out? Great, I’ll Start Photosynthesis. Oh, the blinds are up? Groundbreaking. You want me to move? Keep dreaming. The sun didn’t invite itself in—you did—and frankly, the audacity is staggering. I’m not “enjoying the warmth,” I’m calculating exactly how much annoyance I can project until you close those damn blinds and let me get back to my life. I’m a cat, not a houseplant. Now back off. (Image:MK-2008)