I think cats straddle the line between animal kingdom and plant kingdom.

I believe he spends about eighteen hours a day relaxing, meditating, sleeping, contemplating, lying low, ruminating, recharging, snoozing, pondering, napping, dozing, nodding, mulling, and letting it all hang out. And if there's a patch of sun to be had, that's the prime place for all this, uh, action. I don't mean to imply that his life is all easy. There is, of course, the necessity of moving when the sun moves to a different spot. And the horror of little boys who think they know how to pet. And the dreaded light-saber duels that haunt one's nightmares. This life has its trials, you know.

Yes, this is the same little tiny kitten I blogged about here and here. Sigh.