Yes, I’m that shallow. I’d like to be reincarnated as a sand cat just because they are utterly adorable.
I saw this cutie at the Berlin Zoo yesterday. The sand cats in the Columbus Zoo have been out of view for a couple of years while they try to mate, so I hadn’t seen one in ages.
On the other hand, on top of the apparent difficulty in mating, the usual feline butt-cleaning duties aren’t my idea of nirvana. This guy might just agree.
And then there’s the steady diet of rodents and lizards. Sand cats can get all the liquid they need from their prey when the desert is perfectly arid. But they can’t avoid an all-raw-meat, all-the-time diet. For me as a mostly-vegetarian, that’d be a dealbreaker.
Still, after three days of non-stop sightseeing with my kids and visiting relatives, sleeping in an underground burrow – no matter how sandy – sounds pretty grand. (Mind you, I’m not complaining; I’m grateful that I had enough energy for it. Compared with when I fell sick in January, this is huge progress.)