Well, why not just be a shark or a tiger or a lion you say? All those sound fine and dandy, but the whole being at the top of the food chain is not exactly appealing either, because then I’d have to eat said dolphin.
Perhaps I will choose my house cat since she’s crazy around a certain time of the month and I’d actually like to know what she’s thinking when she decides to latch onto my arm like a piranha, then stalk me until I back up into a corner in fear. I have a feeling she’s trying to show me she’s the only female in the house that matters, because she always does this during Aunt Flow time. Never does she bite or randomly attack my husband, so I figure I must be spewing forth too much estrogen and she’s telling me to knock it the fuck off.
Otherwise, she’s a very simple, loving cat that loves and adores me and follows me everywhere, even when I need to take a poop.
And I will always love her. After all, she’s made me her bitch.