Those cats have the life of Riley, I tell you, lazy beasts. They get to sleep upstairs, unlike me who is barred, and then spend the days sleeping anywhere they like while I’m up and about racing on the beach. The most exercise I’ve seen that Marley do is jump in and out of a window. And Cleo only seems to exercise her vocal chords, miaow, miaow, miaow, all the time.
See what I mean: