In my next life let me be an outdoor cat sauntering through the neighborhood, bell jangling, fence hopping, balancing one foot at a time on a one inch fence line. I will snoop in neighbor’s yards, see their real lives, think nothing of them. I won’t feel the need to please anyone, to put their needs before mine. I will turn left when I want to, come home if and when I feel like it. On ambitious days, I will channel my ancestral tigress grandmother, hunt mice and rats, hopeful to bring home a carcass to the people who serve me, no questions asked, who crack my can of mashed up salmon twice a day as long as I mew loud enough at the bottom of the stairs. I can be demanding when I’m soft, furry, my own keeper. My diamond eyes will sliver in the sun, hint at my fierceness, and no one will ever tell me to smile. I can hiss and walk away, hide under bushes, pounce without warning. But mostly, I will nap in cool, shallow bowls of soil, my body cupped by earth. The sun will warm me as I dream mid-day of waking up, doing it all over again: whatever I damn well please.
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