Why would I want to change places with a famous person? All the BS and crap that goes along with that life? HELL NO!
I want to trade places with a cat in a good home.
I get fed when I’m hungry.
People rub my belly. You can get this as a human, but it’s a bit twisted and costs a lot.
I can shit in a box, fling the sand everywhere, and get praised for it.
If a pet could talk
If I’m male, I can lick my balls. If I’m female, well, let’s not go there.
I can fling stuff off the counter and people laugh. It’s my ticket to fame because I’ll end up on Instagram.
When my owners come home, I can just ignore them.
Maybe I go out, maybe I don’t. Everything depends on my mood.
This is who I want to trade places with. An easy life, a full staff of people waiting on me hand and foot, and best of all, they carry me everywhere.
Pets are Family
What animal would you trade places with for a week, and why? Tell me in the comments.
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