When Your Cat Becomes a Pretzel
Cats have always been masters of bending reality—and their spines—but this one has taken it to a whole new level. Behold, the Pretzel Cat. Not only has it contorted itself into a position that would make a yoga instructor weep, but its cinnamon-brown fur eerily resembles a warm pretzel fresh out of the oven.
At first glance, it seems strangely content, molded into its armchair as if it were designed for it. Then you meet its gaze—wide, alert, perhaps questioning all its life choices. Is it comfortable? Is it stuck? The answer is probably “yes” to both. And if the posture screams “I’m trapped,” don’t be fooled. All it would take is a sneeze, a dropped fork, or the rustling of a treat bag for this pretzel to unfold into a fully operational feline missile.
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