under my bus seat

I sit here and think of what I might have been and what I might be if I were allowed to reach my full potential.
As a pet, I am limited in my choices. How would she like to be a pet?

'Now that's a thought, Sasha! Food on demand, comfortable accommodation, a slave to order around.'

Well I am not sure I would like to spend my time looking after her, or hunting in the supermarket for her food. She doesn't eat normal food like mice or lizards or insects.