They don't need to worry about school and schedules and just pressure in general.
They don't think things out, only doing something on pure instinct. It's just so true and split-second thinking.
They don't hold grudges. Whenever one of my cats tumble around on the ground together growling and hissing at eachother, a few minutes later I can find them curled up together in one of my sweatshirts. Gotta love that.
They don't have the tube shoving spoonfulls of mindless media down their throats.
They don't obsess about their weight.
They don't need to pretend to be happy socializing with others while inside a tiny voice is screaming I hate this. Let me out!!!
They don't need to buy clothes for all sorts of occasions.
They don't need to get a job when they grow up.
They don't think about death all the time.
Sitting in the kitchen watching the falling rain, I glance over at my cat, who's tucked into a little ball on an island chair, sleeping through the storm that lulls her to sleep. I wish I were you, I think to myself. My cute little orange cat looks up at me sleepily and lets out a small purr, tucking her head underneath her paw once again.
I envy that.