Assuming that reincarnation is real, some think it is–some don’t, what would you want to “come back” as? Right off the bat, let us assume that you cannot come back as another person, like a zillionaire or something like that because that would defeat the whole purpose of this post. So, now we have eliminated Homo sapiens from the “come back” as list, what would you pick?
I know this is a strange thing to ask, but when I was out last night being dragged around the neighborhood I was struck by the simplicity of the life of animals. Not just the dogs, but the other critters we encounter on our walks. This time of year, the squirrels are busy running hither and yon storing up for the winter. My Rat Terrier thinks they are rats, so he actually pauses from dragging me to look at them in that “If I weren’t on this leash I would rip you apart” pose. The Beagle on the other hand is more interested in the birds.
So, we have this dynamic at work where the dogs and I are fascinated by other creatures, although not for the same reasons. I then thought what a lovely life, flying around and at will crapping on cars. Yes, a bird’s life would be grand. Then, seeing the squirrel run across the yard and up the tree, how cool would it be to have that skill? Or the dogs themselves, wow, just to lounge about the house and get fed. Provided you don’t make a mess and don’t tear up anything valuable you pretty much have it made. Yes, all these things went through my mind on my nightly drag yesterday.
Then it was over, the dogs unleashed and back in the house, and me resting. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the orange tabby cat we call Morris (original huh). He was sprawled out on the cool tile floor of the kitchen, his eyes barely open as he checked to make sure the dogs were the same ones that left, not wanting strangers in his house. Oh, he looked at me too, but he knew it was me by the deep gasps for air after the walk. Then, it struck me, a cat, yes, that is what I want to come back as, a cat.
Yes, I know what you are saying, “You have railed on cats for post after post and now you want to be one?” and all I can say is not only “Yes”, but a resounding “You Betcha.” Our cats haven’t done anything, I mean ZERO in the past 11 or so years. I dont’ know what they did for the first two years of their lives, but I know the past 11 has been sedentary life for them. They get fed; they have a nice bed (mine) to sleep in; they get attention when they want it ; they have windows from which to look out. All the little buggers have to do is make sure they crap in a box about 1 foot by 2 foot in size. “Hey, I can do that!” I thought.
So, I am preparing for the time, the time when my life on earth as a mere human will be over, and I can finally realize my dreams of being a cat. I can’t wait, and I am sure I will report back to you about that life from the hereafter.
Oh wait, that neutering thing; gosh, maybe I better reconsider.
My mother has always said that she wanted to come back as my sister’s cat, because my sister is the best cat mom ever. I would prefer coming back as a bird. The thought of flying without a plane is exhilarating! And I would use my inner GPS to track down the people that bothered me in my past life and drop poop bombs on them.
I really like the poop bombs idea, it may make me think about being a bird instead of a cat, but wait, birds live outside, cold, windy, and they have to deal with cats too, like I have to now. Nope, its a cat, a house cat, preferrably one that is spoiled like my wife spoils ours. Poop bomb, hmmmmm
I know a lot of people wish they could be “a fly on a wall”, but I think that would be a limited existence, especially when they go after you with the “SWAT team”!
Fly on the wall, very good, but who would you tell all those secrets too, and how? All buggy like that, nobody would take you seriously, you would sound like a politician (from either party) and then you would have defeated the purpose. Nice try though.
Reincarnation is an interesting concept. I have to go with cats as well, but maybe something big like a lion or a tiger. The idea of being able to just eat trespassers is kind of cool.
Yeah, would be good to see the look on their faces as you leapt on them with teeth bared, claws extended. Hey, my cats do that to my dogs now.
Okay, if I can’t come back as my dog, the non-neurotic one, I want to stay dead and come back as a ghost and just bug the people in this world who bugged me. I could have a ton of fun.
As far as I know there are no rules to this reincarnation thing, so I would think you could be whatever you want. I think a ghost that can make themselves visible to scare the stuffing out of oh say ex-spouses would be good 😀
I want to be reborn on some other planet and come back here as an alien.
Perhaps you already have? hmmmmm?
I want to come back as an extinct species, except for the dodo.
Oh wait … never mind.
A dilemna for sure, If you were a dodo back in the day maybe that would be ok, as long as you weren’t the last one.
I want to be a goat. I don’t know why.
LOL well it doesn’t matter why, perhaps you were one in a previous life?