Human, this is the sleep of the much contented.

No matter how much you fussed on the other side of it, I do not regret my opportunity to snatch prepared chicken from off the counter and dig in.

My only regret is that you caught me before I could finish.
Really, before I could get a decent start.

No matter.

I am at peace.

See me, Human, and know deep within your bones, I have no remorse.

I am pleased.

(Did you see how I licked my paws?)

And I will be much pleased should you meal prep in the future, and leave the kitchen to deal with the Young Human who also shares this space.

(Read: Make chicken again. Leave me to it.)