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.
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.)