I wish I knew what it would be like to be a cat. No knowledge of a human mind, of the suffering in the world, or understanding of the ever persuading voices blaring from the television or computer screen. Worries, feelings and thoughts of a vast variety. Seeking shelter in small, dark cubbies, to nap for eighteen hours or to wait for that perfect moment to pounce. Always begging for food for the later late night hunger, annoying the shit out of your owner by doing so, but thinking up priorities first.

I suppose it'd just be nice to have the mind of a quieter type for one night. Shutting off all human qualities.

(If this doesn't make me sound like a crazy cat lady, good (!), because I'm a dog person.)