Ah to be Kat for a day: To laze in the sun on the back of the chaise lounge, (without falling off) and to sharpen my claws upon other choice furnishings, preparing myself for the occasional chase of a stray moth who was making its way to the kitchen light. To be delighted to crash all obstacles on the counters and table tops to the floor in pursuit of that moth, and to bestow my catch (with supreme airs to my human) by placing it, gently dead, on her pillow. Such is so, as well as hissing, purring, preening: all in a day's ruling as an aristocat.
Or to be Thor for a day: (more precisely, a puppy) To bark incessantly at my tail or my back leg while on my back, rolling in the grass. To chase bugs & birds & cars I know I'll not catch, but as long as they're leaving my territory I've won the game! Everything is game, for my teeth. I'm happy to chew on anything stationary, the lawn furniture, flower pots, trees, tires, skateboards, and the stucco...on the house. I will completely forget how it all gets scattered around me with all innocence in the face of my lady. And when I'm not chewing, I'm digging little holes and rooting with my nose so I can have the perfect hiding spot for my ham bone. And when I ride, you can believe I'm flap-eared and fraggle-faced in the wind--tongue slobber is a given and happily shared, everywhere.
I'm not an animal, which has been said, and suitably so, but I do respect the innate abilities in animals, which either endear me to them, fascinate me, or keep me cautiously aware/at bay. Because no matter how supremely sophisticated or civilized I might think I am, an animal can ravage that thought in an instant. Sure, that might be a trait that some humans care to conceal or wield as a phantom tail or devilry, but it mostly makes an ass out of them: not the braying kind, either. Jackasses are quite noble & brave animals. They are raised here for farm work & to protect livestock from wild carnivores. They will attack and kick the jaws right off of them.
even a tiny squirrel can sink its teeth into a finger and make a grown man scream like a little girl, which doesn't mean he is a little girl, but understandably his scream is in the human range of reactions.
all I know is I care about people & animals, can you tell, yet?
Meerkat Manor anyone?