being a cat

being a cat in a human body gets kinda boring. i wish i had the form i was meant to, able to spend  my days lounging around or batting around anything i can get my paws on. here i sit, my one day off this week, typing pointlessly to the void about something that will never, can never, be. the closest i can get is telling my closest friends how i feel, and hoping maybe they'll understand what i mean. i want to be heard. i want to be known. but to know me is to know i am something other than this humanoid facade. i am a cat, a human minded cat, or a cat minded human. who's to say i'm not a bit of both. this is a bit stream of consciousness, but i had to get it out somewhere or i was going to explode