If You Where an Animal, What Kind Would You Be?

[rallynut78]

Since i was very young I have always wanted to be a house cat. They have the life. all the benefit with none of the work. as I get ready for work my cat will be passed out on the bed in blissful sleep. when I get home the cat is usually still there. did he move?

then he gets up for a while goes out side, makes his rounds comes back in side and is ready to go back to bed with me and will sleep all night. I bet he averages 20 hours of sleep a day.

I believe in reincarnation. I'm hoping my next life is as a rich lady's house cat.

 

[lrs]

With my luck I'd probably get run over by a Rolls Royce.

 

[midi]

this thread is great! i'm laughing like a hyena here--a drunk, manic hyena! hahahahaha! oh, but now i'm hungry, so i'm just gonna take a bite out of you, 'cause i'm feeling a little nasty, like a piranah. now that my tummy's full, i think i'll roll around roll around, with a ball of string, cause life is just so lazy right now, like a kitten... suddenly i'm anxious, somebody turned the light on, i gotta get the hell outta here! the cockroach in me takes me to safety--people say it's no wonder i got a cockroach for a totem, the grim reaper has failed repeatedly to drag my carcass to the underworld! but there's a little life left in me yet, i'm In The Mood. being a bonobo sounds good to me! mmmm, ron jeremy the hedge hog. show me what you got, baby--no wait, i'll show you--cause i'm a vampire--hungry, but completely dead, devoid of emotion, like that possum on the side of road. uh oh, here comes that second wind (thanks, ron) and i'm ready to climb the walls like a squirrel looking for nuts!

 

[Irton Pike]

the Beast of Bodmin

 

[Grama-Herc]

This is addressed to Sandy,

I have never read a better description of exactly how I feel! You nailed it. I completely get how you feel and feel the same way.

You have a gift for words. Us It

Thank you for a post that actually explain "ME"

 

[skyp56]

What Animal Am I?

What a great question! Grama Herc, I like your description. I have always said I am like a stray dog, who has been beaten by a former master. I walk around with my tail between my legs, fearful of my own shadow. But when I find someone who doesn't beat me, I follow them around, "lick their face", and get over exuberant. Well, then of course, they will get a stern tone to their voice to calm me down. Then when my new "master" turns around to look for me, he'll find me hidden in my doghouse, where I feel safe, and have to be coaxed out. My poor husband has had to learn to watch his tone of voice, and to apologize quickly to help me back to "normal".

Of course I'm the cutest stray dog you'd ever meet, lol! :wink:

 

[jeapea]

a wolf or a horse. always. I have both. I go out and lay down in the field with the horses... I've had my wolf dog for 14 years. My horses for at least that long. We are all family. Lately my old wolf dog has been visiting my stallion in his corral. Family... herd or pack? Who cares? And cats. My cats don't behave as 'normal' cats... they follow me and the dogs and the horses.... we all stick together. Even out in the rain and snow.... isn't that funny?

Horses are extremely sensitive. As are wolves... to the actions of others. To their intentions. Their underlying motives. They are hunter and hunted. Horses are a fight or flight animal. Wolves are private, intelligent and very loyal. Both live within herds or packs. Seldom alone. But even the wolf is hunted. By man.

 

[jeapea]

What Animal Am I?

Reading these again today I was reminded of what I said to one of my abusers about the way I felt whenever he was around.

Like a dog. Beaten and hiding under the porch. Yet, trusting his masters voice, coming slowly out with hope, only to be kicked again and dive back under the porch to safety. In the dark. Looking out. Waiting.

I used to bite back.

 

[cragger65]

Irs, freaking hilarious. I love the bonobos also ;P

 

[cragger65]

I think the turtle is my totem animal, or one of them anyway. I've always loved otters as well, and would love to be that free and fun loving again one day. I can very much relate to the feeling of being a mouse in the middle of a zebra stampede though. I actually wrote a couple of poems about that once.

 

[shiraz]

I'd be a wild mare, broken-in harshly but gone wild again. A broken-in mare who used to be afraid to leave the barn stalls and hung around in the dark corners, hoping nobody could see her. A broken mare with a broken spirit, obediently doing as she was told for fear of attracting the wrong kind of attention. A silent, shy mare with her head hung low, so that she can't see the world and hopefully it can't see her either. A broken mare who hated the touch of humans and the restraints and controls of bridles and the control of human will.

But now, a broken mare, learning to be wild again, bolting at the first sign of danger. Rearing up and fighting off attack, whinnying unabashedly and shrieking at the world. Disallowing restraints and saddles and bridles and any form of control. Bashing her shins against the paddock fence knowing that freedom is near if will is strong enough. With a dream of running open meadows and sandy beaches and feeling the freedom of forever without fear.

 

[pandora]

A tiny tea cup dog..that gets and gives a lot of love and attention with an owner that loves me to bits!.......and lets me sleep in the bed!