I’ve done a similar thread to this some years ago, but rather than resurrect a zombie, let’s have some more happy thoughts.
I have 3 cats, and twice a day they get wet food. 2 of the cats are young littermates who are very interested in food. They’re not food aggressive, but when you go to put a plate down, they’re both going to be right there meowing as you bend over then instantly sticking their faces in it.
The third is a bit older and more shy. If we put down a single plate or put bowls down next to each other, he’d prefer to walk away than be jammed in with the other two to eat.
We’ve learned to feed the two little ones first, plates go down and they’re in it immediately. The third gets his food next, and a few feet away from the others.
What pleases me is that when I turn around, he’s always at his spot politely waiting for his plate. There’s absolutely no reason for me to feel good because he’s where I expect him to be, but there we are.
I feed the deer and wild turkeys that show up in my yard. The deer have gotten that they wait for me when they see me having my morning coffee. The turkey stop by to pick leftover nuts I place out for the squirrels to keep them out of the bird feeder.
Cost very little since I buy more than I need at Costco in the oversized bags. But it is well worth the pleasure to watch.
I have a couple of bucks that would eat out my hand if I let them.
Living wild animals, of any kind, even if it is the 4000th pronghorn I’ve seen that day. Extra points if it isn’t something I see walking around that often (like the skunk my dog and I had an encounter with a short time back!)
As for cats, our more recent rescue (just show up in our backyard) is an orange girl. When she wants something she stands up on her hind legs to get a head pat.
Two of our older cats snore, and somehow that noise is so relaxing.
We feed the birds- originally just to give the cats something to watch, but it is find watching them line up for their turn at the feeder. We also put down peanuts for the ravens, and it is great watching them sidle up to their treat.
Real rock counter tops in public bathrooms or eateries. Especially if it’s a kind of rock I don’t see often. My local roving Goth club now has a residency in a gin bar that has graphic granite tops. Makes me happy every time I go to the bar.
It always makes me happy to watch the birds in our garden from my living room window, especially when it’s a rare guest like a woodpecker. We don’t feed them, yet there are always birds, many different species.
Successfully throwing something accurately - and most commonly a ball of paper into the trash.
It seems to be a very male thing. I was with a mixed bunch of adults recently and every man there admitted that doing this made them ridiculously pleased with themselves, out of all proportion to its objective importance, and every woman thought we were silly for being so.