Life of Homer

I just think it's totally not fair that Homer gets to go back to sleep. Next time 'round, I'm coming back as a cat; nice spot in the sun, a couple squares a day, no driving on ice or tax and insurance mazes to get around...but with my luck, I'd probably be a working barn cat. There I'd be, shivering in the cold waiting for a rat and envious of the horses' steady feed. Heck, I'll just wear cat hair covered velour to go mop out Molly's.