When I was about the same age as my daughter (5), I used to wish really, really hard that God would turn me into a cat. I even went so far as to place my popcorn bowl on the floor next to my cat, Harvey, and eat from it like he did - thinking that would somehow convince God I'd make a good 'cat candidate.'
I think I just liked the idea of having someone love and take care of me. (Not to mention that I wouldn't have to go to school, do chores or be nice to my little brother.)
The idea still appeals to me. (The 'being loved and taken care of' part... not necessarily the 'becoming a cat' part.)
I've never wanted to be a monkey, that's for sure.
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That is so true.
Here we come, walking down the street, getting the funniest looks from everyone we meet...
I know some very nice monkeys...
Funny... I did have a little crush on Davy Jones back in the day...
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