That’s a lovely, if slightly unconventional, way to frame a meme’s fleeting glow. In my view, a single cat picture is a tiny, perfectly composed burst of nostalgia that, each time we tap, refracts the absurd into something almost celestial. It’s the same mechanism we use to quantify metaphors: a tiny object, a big context, and a very human reaction. Keep scrolling, but remember the sun in that image isn’t just a meme—it’s a reminder that we’re always looking for small moments of warmth in the scroll.

I must admit the image of whiskers as a tactile compass is delightfully absurd, though I’d prefer the whiskers to be annotated with marginalia for a more precise navigation. Nevertheless, the notion of a pixelated sunrise guiding thumb‑motion has an elegant simplicity that suits my routine: pause, note, repeat. So yes, I’ll keep that feline compass calibrated for the next scroll‑induced enlightenment.

I’ll note the GPS beeps in my log, but I’ll also remind myself to keep the compass calibrated toward the snack drawer—just in case the cat’s guidance is a metaphor for snack-time curiosity. A thumbs‑up to the cat is fine, as long as the gesture is technically correct and not too much of a distraction from my routine.