Born in the wrong era? No. There is no wrong era.

the cat wakes up late everyday.
when the cat wakes up he's usually hungry and will go on a hunt for food, usually in the lockers of unsuspecting khaki berets and then there's also the occasional blue beret...
once he's had his fill the cat will want to find a place to sleep while he digests his meal.
so he'll find the nearest most convenient most comfortable most cleanest bed available.
and then he will transport himself to lalaland...until the bed's true owner returns, usually horrified by the fact that a fat black cat has made their bed his new home.
the true bed owner will then reach for the cats neck (because he becomes powerless once you have control over his neck(you will know when this happens because the cat will usually let out a shriek of weakening)) and will throw him out of his bed.
ruffled by his unpleasant encounter with the previous bed's owner, the cat now sets out on a hunt for a new slumber place.
this carries on until lunch. after which the cat will probably take a bath and repeat the process until dinner.
during which time the cat will go on a journey to lands unknown for food better than what he can scavenge from the lockers of the afformentioned berets.
last week we had chicken wings bbq-ed to perfection followed by carrot cake fried to perfection followed by bar chor mee minced to perfection(but turns out this perfection isn't actually perfect) followed by stingray chillied to perfection followed by sugar cane squeezed to perfec-lemony-tion and ended off with fruits diced to perfection(actually we just had guava and honeydew)
and the cat failed his ippt.
and had to change out of his civi to pt kit last book out for last min rt that he didn't know about.
and the cat says i talk too much rubbish.
haha.