I Would Completely Love To Be Reincarnated As Oprah's Cat

For some odd reason I was thinking about what a great life it would be like to be Oprah's favorite cat.

I'd probably have a plush apartment, my own chef, unlimited toys (some of them who I'd think of as my enemies) . And I can only imagine how good the catnip would be. I'm not quite sure who makes the best, most chill catnip out there, but I know I'd have the best.

All in all, one could live a worse life.

I could come back as a dung beetle. No long cuddle sessions and people stroking me all day, contemplating my life of doing nothing.

Nope.

It could just be dung.