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.