Your possession superpower

On my way home from school today I saw a stray cat squatting in front of the convenience store, and its eyes looked exactly like our class's back-row sleeper. Suddenly I thought—if I switched my consciousness into his body and made him volunteer to lend me his homework to copy, while his real self could only glare helplessly from inside his own head—wouldn't that be another form of 'cat staring at a fish tank'? But on second thought, forget it. I've been using it too much lately; I need to let a few 'hosts' rest so nobody catches on.