cynic or sage?

i was sitting and enjoying a conversation with sox, a wise, stately old cat. ,(  a lady never reveals her age,) who has enjoyed a long life and  seen and experienced much. now she is a lady of leisure. sharing  an apartment with two other cats and two human servants.(of whom yours truly is one)

i had finished serving breakfast when the question of life came up.


i asked her 'ladyship' why she only stayed indoors and hardly ventured outside...to which sox replied..'the apartment is where i live life the world outside a giant toilet!'

so......sage or cynic?