Sebastian loves to find smelly parts on the lawn.
He sniffs all over until...
He finds the very smelliest of all spots.
Then he rolls in it!
Look at the joy!
Why can't little things make us as happy as he seems to be right here?
I'm going to try to find what makes me as happy as Sebastian and his smelly spot.
George doesn't seem to be able to find his happy place either.
Cat's are too noble to show that much glee I guess.
What makes you this happy?