The Cat Loaf
On the floor where I would walk the Cat Loaf splays himself, unconscious of his girth commanding space in a manner disproportional to all merit but his magnitude. A fustian treatise on a milk carton would be no less disproportional.
The Loaf has a frivolous tail, the tip of which twitches as it tracks a speck of space through its entire range of orbit. This seems scarcely odd because the Loaf is quite asleep.