If I were a practitioner of Buddhism, I would be eligible for reincarnation, assuming I have actually understood what the actor Richard Gere has explained about being a Buddhist. Which I believe he is. I mean, he is tight with the Dalai Lama.
If preferences are awarded those who adhere to the precepts of reincarnation, then I would like to go on record as stating I might choose to be an exceptionally well cared for indoor cat.
Upon close examination of our own two felines, I have made the following observations over the years:
As a cat, I could stake a claim in the house anywhere I wanted. Even if my humans protest, I would be able to inevitably sneak back to the dining room table and repose on it at my discretion.
I would train my humans to comprehend that I prefer their large, well-appointed bed for my mid-morning nap. My claim to their bed would also extend to my afternoon somnambulist state. I prefer to snooze on my fluffy pink blanket; therefore, my humans may only change the bedding, not make the bed, lest they disturb my routine.
My human caretakers understand that it is a privilege when I deign to play with them.
Furthermore, they would hastily move to appease my need for tummy and chin rubs.
I would reward their efforts by purring at full-throttle.
My favorite rocking chair and pillow sometimes necessitate brushing. The bipeds in my home would be more than pleased to oblige.
Finally, after dinner treats of Whisker Lickin’s require me to ultimately retire for the night, on my humans’ commodious bed, or perhaps I will simply sleep on the sofa. It has been a long day. ^..^
Ciao for now.