The way people live their lives depends fully on their point of view of a situation. For example, there’s my point of view, and then there’s the point of view of the cat with whom I live, Pud. For example…
The Upstairs Hallway
My Point of View: a conveinent way to get from my bedroom/the stairs to the bathroom or my roommate’s bedroom
Pud’s Point of View: prime napping real estate, but only if laying in the exact middle of the carpet
The Windowsill in My Bedroom
My POV: a place to put the extraneous things I was working on
Pud’s POV: strategic planning perch for potential world domination
My Roommate’s Desk
My POV: the place where Pete keeps his monitor
Pud’s POV: the best place to be when Pete is sitting at his desk
The Red Chair in the Living Room
My POV: a cute red chair I bought at IKEA
Pud’s POV: the best scratching post EVAR
My Bed
My POV: where I sleep at night or nap during the day
Pud’s POV: moar prime napping real estate, but only when Ama wants to use it
The Bathroom Sink
My POV: a place where I can brush my teeth and wash my hands/face
Pud’s POV: meow-activated water dispensing unit
The Kitchen
My POV: where I cook dinner
Pud’s POV: leg rubbing-activated food room
Despite these differences, though, I do love her. She has the loudest purr of any cat I’ve ever met; in fact, that’s how my roommate picked her–she was the littlest kitten in the box, but had the biggest purr out of all of them.