As the little black bundle of cuteness drifted off to sleep he found himself awake in a white plane of existence.

His tongue extends tasting the air for any sign of milk, but it’s empty.

He looks around curiously before walking straight ahead and through the white mist.

He steps out into a clearing surrounded by trees and bops the floor gently with his paw, testing the ground.

His head snaps to the side as he senses something rustling in the long grass.

He begins to slowly make his way towards it before crouching down and eyeing what he now knows to be a mouse nibbling away at some grass.

He takes his chance and pounces at it, but misses.

He gives chace to the creature through the woods.

Ignoring the strange flowers, the strange smells, the unfamiliar surroundings.

Only caring about the mouse.

He chases it up to a river where it scurries off leaving him alone and confused.

He sees the water and cautiously makes his way towards it before poking his head in to lap some of the refreshing liquid up before he spots a fish.

Without thinking he swipes his claw at it, but loses his balance and falls in.

The water becomes white as he swims his way out and up into his body.

His eyes slowly open to find he’s been moved onto the humans bed.

“There’s my lazy boy” they say as the stroke him on the head.

The cat is unable to speak so instead rolls his eyes and purrs.

If there’s one thing this cat isn’t, it’s lazy.