A cat with blue hair style is lying wrapped in a blanket on the couch, fully relaxed.
The lighting is warm and cozy — the soft golden glow of late-night comfort.
A wall clock in the background reads: 10:47 PM.
Crumbs are everywhere — on his belly, the blanket, even the couch cushions.
The cat is already munching on crinkly fish-shaped chips, one paw lazily reaching for the next.
His expression? Pure satisfaction. No regrets. Just snacks.
