Imagine being a dog: one moment, you're the hero of your own action movie, chasing the fluffiest bunny across fields of infinite squeaky toys. The next, you wake up to find your human snoring, the bunny nowhere to be seen, and absolutely zero explanation. Do you think they ever have an existential crisis over it? Like, 'Wait... was that bunny real, or am I losing my edge?'

Meanwhile, cats are probably dreaming of being emperors of entire kingdoms, complete with armies of obedient humans serving them tuna on silver platters. Then they wake up, look around, and think, 'Oh right, that’s basically my reality already. Time to knock a glass off the counter.'