Ah, to be a cat! I swear I look at the felines that occupy our house and I envy them… a lot!
A couple of days ago the girls decided to get into the cat nip and needless to say, there was a little bit of a party. Otter and Blue were wide-eyed with happiness at the generosity of my five year old as she filled a bowl and set it out “just for them.” And by the time I found our older cat (nineteen years old!!) Bonkers in the living room, he was covered head to toe with the green herb of pure cat joy. The two year old was sitting next to him, petting him and talking in her sing-song way and the animal that usually avoids toddlers/children like the plague was purring like a champ and “hanging out”.
On closer inspection, I realized he’d fallen asleep with his face in a pile of the stuff.
I asked all my FB friends if an overdose was something to worry about, but no alarms sounded.
What can I say? They are fed and brushed. Their “bathroom” gets cleaned a lot more regularly than my own (I’m a writer = terrible housekeeper) and their every meow is interpreted and responded to. They sleep on MY BED during the day taking endless fantastical naps and have more toys to ignore than is moral. And on top of all of that, they apparently get to legally and without judgement enjoy recreational drugs.
I’m rethinking how I want my afterlife to go. I’m wondering if I should put in an application for “Reincarnation as House Cat”.
I’m wondering how amazingly saint-like I’ll have to be to earn a shot…hmmmm….
Too ambitious? Should I put in for dog instead?