Reincarnation? Sign Me Up for House Cat Duty
Who Wouldn’t Want This Cushy Existence?
If given the choice for my next life, bring me back as a housed cat. I can’t imagine a cushier gig than that of a furry little pet ting mastering the home domain of my human servants. This pampered existence ticks all the boxes: food, leisure, attention, adventure…what more could I want?
Topping the list is the prospect of unlimited meal times. At least three square gourmet meals a day expertly prepared and served to my whims. Gourmet canned stews? Check. Tantalizing kitty treats? Of course! People food scraps sneaked under the table? Those are the best! Face it — no one eats better than a house cat.
And all that feasting leads to countless prime nap spots to lounge in as I please — soft beds, warm laundry, patches of sunlight streaming through windows. My humans will even craft cozy nooks just for me out of cardboard boxes and old socks. As an honorary fur baby, the whole house becomes my domain for both catnaps and all-night snoozes.
In between stuffing my face and stealing catnaps I’ll enjoy round-the-clock attention and amusement. Catch the red dot! Unravel that ball of yarn! Knock stuff off shelves! The entertainment options will be endless. And no matter how much mischief I get into, I’ll still be showered with…
