Beatus canis qui procul felibus

That's my cat friend Mauzi. She's more a circumstance than a real friend but we manage not to harm each other -by discreetly avoiding each other. She doesn't understand canine body language. She somehow belongs to our house -but she behaves as if the house belonged to her. She was born in it, then their owners moved away; the house stood empty for a couple of years, then my owners bought it. As soon as she saw her birthhouse open, she moved in again. She's actually the neighbours' cat but she only goes back to their place when we aren't in town. She's an intelligent bloodthirsty mice-killing beast with sharp nails, she weighs well over twenty pounds and is sixteen years old and used to permanently occupy the lap of my owner long before I was even an embryo. What you see on the picture is not a dead cat: She can relax. Felix catus.