So last summer I lost my cat. And anyone who knows me knows that that cat was a huge part of my life and yeah I sound crazy but if you’ve had a pet, you know that you’d break into two if anything ever happened to them. So I came back from uni and my parents tell me that Joey is gone. So naturally I was very upset and I decided I can direct all that anger towards doing something actually worthwhile and I did.
I adopted two cats and a dog (though we had to give the dog away so I won’t post pictures of her because I still hate myself for it). Aside from that I helped out at the shelter and you know what I realised? I like animals more than people.
I must sound completely mental, showing off my cat photos but I don’t care.
I like them more than my siblings.