Yeah pretty much

I’ve had that same thought on more than one occasion. Especially the last part.

Yeah. Easy existence outside of strays and abused cats.

I usually joke around and tell them that I’d trade places with them, but then I come to my senses and take it back.

Yeah. I joke with tell mine and tell them I hate them and threaten them with brutal slow murder in a sing song voice. I also enjoy mocking them and calling them names. They don’t care.