I would make a great cat. Not the mighty hunter type who attacks shoelaces and chases bugs on the walls, but a fat, self-satisfied cat lounging on the couch begging to get petted.

Every now and then I would get the zoomies, chasing nothing in particular across the house. I would fall off the couch occasionally while stretching. I would not be a graceful cat.
I would be the epitome of domestication. But I wouldn’t completely forget my ancestors were worshipped by a whole nation. I would let people pet me.