In Another Life

I’d be a cat, born to a mother already a spoiled house cat. I would also be the one orange one in the litter, the one everyone falls in love with. I’d be blessed with the largest head compared to my brothers and sisters. A quality cat people seem to admire. I’d be the keeper of the litter, but. With this life of Riley, three squares a day a clean litter box comes a price one must pay. That trip to the Vet to be neutered. Though I must admit. I’m still trying to wrap my head around this.