In my next life

Please, let me come back as a pampered house cat.


I want to sit in the sun all day, stretched out and warm.  Or plant myself in a laundry basket filled with fresh, clean, hot out of the dryer clothes.


Or lounge on comforters in the afternoon, on mom’s bed or her newly de-cat-haired home-made afghan.


Or perch on my own cat tower looking down at the world.  Or get cozy on the couch giving mom the evil eye while she takes my picture.


I promise I will not, however, sprawl out shamelessly on my back with my private bits exposed.

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