The cats are still enjoying the garden even though the people have to be at work. I want to be a cat.
On the other hand, Cassie got locked in the garage for four and a half hours yesterday. We couldn't think where she was. Daughter 2 went searching outside and traced the mewing to source. Cassie likes being locked in the garage even less than she likes being around when the freezer's being defrosted. Like Queen Victoria, she was Not Amused.
She's all right now, though her nine lives seem to be being used up rather rapidly.
I'm awash with marking and schedules and making up lessons, all of which fill my days and evenings and thoughts. So I still want to be a cat, despite occasional garage mishaps.