Sometimes...

Sometimes I'd rather just be one of my cats.  Then they could feed me, they could open the door every time I wanted in or out, they could make sure my water bowl was full and forgive me if I had a neurotic habit of pushing my water bowl across the kitchen floor constantly.

I'd be cajoled (and forgiven for intemperate language) when I'm irritated over being left out on my own all day just because I'd had a last minute urge to get a breath of air just as they were about to leave for the day.  It's just those little things I think I'd enjoy once in awhile.

I doubt they'd see it that way...

In bocca al lupo.  m (no v)