If I were my Cat
I’d be photogenic.
I’d cozy up in crocheted afghans,
wiggle my whiskers,
lick my lips and dream of tuna.
When I got an energy spurt
I’d race up and down the hall
like a crazy person
and climb the walls.
I’d chirp at light
dancing on the ceiling
or sit in a sunny window.
I’d insist on lying on the laptop
and let my human watch the screen
between my ears.
She’d stroke my fur
and treat me like a queen.
I’d do whatever I want,
and take the world on my own terms.
I’d choose my friends
and turn my nose up at everyone else.
If I were my cat, I’d have it made.
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