Okay, so it's not a real plant... But, when I was ten, we planted a pussy willow tree in my backyard, and I was so taken with the the little, fuzzy catkins that grew on it in the spring that I loved to imagine they were real, tiny cats. My idea was that -- in addition to a tree that grew tiny kittens on it being the most amazing thing ever -- it would also be a clever way for the tree to spread its seeds, 'cause instead of falling on the ground around the tree, they could wander off on epic little journeys in search of the perfect place to lie down and grow into a new tree.
I called this imaginary tree a "kitty willow," and if I could be *any* plant, I would absolutely go for that one.