Anyone who knows me personally is aware of my animal favoritism. I would live on a farm if I could rise at rooster call. But since I struggle with being a late riser, I often surround myself with sweet, fluffy babies. As a child, I took care of cats and dogs alike. Granted, I don’t see many dogs in the forest surrounding my home. I welcome cats that cross my path with a squealed “Kitty.” To which most cats do a slow turn and stare as though to ask, “What just happened?”
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