Sometimes I Wish I Was a House Cat

What animal would you want to be, if you were not a human? 

I used to think I would love to be a horse - or a bird.  But now I know, with certainty, that I would want to be a house cat.

What a life!

There are days I would like to trade places with my cat.

I often envy my cat.  He lives in a comfortable house, gets fed regular meals, gets plenty of love and attention, and the biggest task in his day is to find a sunny spot and fall asleep in it. We don't have mice in our house - so he does not even have to chase after any of them!  He has absolutely no responsibilities and every creature comfort.  What a life.

I don't think I have ever positioned myself quite as comfortably as my cat frequently appears to be.  His body goes completely limp, and he just seems to sink into whatever surface he is laying on. Contentment seems to be written all over him as he snoozes away.

Cats don't have house chores to do, or belongings to sort through. They never worry about what to wear. Cats don't wonder if they have offended someone. They assume the world spins completely around them.  My cat (unlike anyone else in my family, including the dog) never has a guilty conscience - no matter how much mischief he has gotten into or how destructive he has been.

The food wouldn't be so bad.

Some might argue that a diet of just cat food would be boring. True, but cats like mine are smart, and they know how to supplement what is fed to them.  My cat has found many ways to sample other foods.  Waiting for one of his humans to forget and leave the carton of half-and-half on the counter is his specialty.  He knows the contents of the container when he sees it, and understands that he simply has to knock the carton over to have instant dairy access.  I once heard what sounded like running water, and walked into the kitchen to see what it was.  I discovered the last bit of a full carton of cream pouring over the side of the counter and splashing onto the floor.  My cat was lapping at the cascading stream. That day it was a good thing that cats have nine lives.

At least this time the carton of cream hadn't been full.

Yes, I think the life of a house cat would be just fine.  But the funny thing is, sometimes my cat acts like he thinks my life is pretty good too!

My co-blogger!

What animal would you most like to be?