Cats have almost two handfuls of lives. Perhaps pretending to be a cat can be just as beneficial to your survival?
I have a feeling the naivety displayed upon these shores of sanity is a testing ground for a more cynical endeavour with an insane purpose.
Perhaps Luna isn't as naive as she enjoys presenting herself to be.
One's life is a jewel stone that is always being polished, until it disappears into dust, or is cracked in the process.
Some jewel stones can crack and not break for a bit longer than others.
In the end we all become dust.
Merry day to you.