I was watching TV today and saw one of those very sad commercials where the animals are sad and owie and Sarah McLachlan is telling everyone to give money for all the sad animals in the world. I looked over at Hank and saw this: 
It occurred to me in that moment that if I could be any animal in the world, I'd pick my cat hands down.
Maybe if I'm good enough in this life I can be my cat in the next. I think that's how it works.
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Except unless you have kids over. I bet then you're happy to be you and not the cat. I happen to know that you laugh your guts out when a kid sits on your head (just some random kid, of course - MY children would never behave in such an undignified manner...). I doubt Hank would feel the same.
What a cute post about Hank! What a sweet kitty-boy. And I love Jessica's comment about kids and you being the cat! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I used to have a cat that would sleep on my head and kneed my long lusterous hair all night.
Now I have MAX. Blah.
I have never seen a more contented cat. And hey, I want to see "Hank in a bag." It would be the winner. Don't come back as a cat. Stay here as you.
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